when charlotte brontë wrote “life wears away—i shall soon be 30—and i have done nothing yet—sometimes i get melancholy—at the prospect before and behind me—yet it is wrong and foolish to repine—”
Happy birthday to Charlotte Brontë, who was born 210 years ago in Thornton Yorkshire back in 1816! 🤍🖋️🎂
“If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.”
there’s nothing more romantic than someone choosing to learn you. flipping the pages in your soul delicately and digesting your chapters with an open mind no matter how difficult or uncomfortable some of your moments read, treating each bookmark with no judgment, but pure love.🩵
i genuinely think one of the most intimate things in the entire world is wanting someone when your tired like wow i just had the longest day ever and don’t want to speak to anyone but i really want you next to me
something i will never do is tell someone to just think about themselves, especially when they’ve always cared so deeply for others. we’ve had enough of thinking that having so much love is a weakness, it never was. even when you’re the only one who cares, you still choose to.