If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
I don’t say much, I am awkward and uncertain, because whatever I do say might be the wrong thing. I have not suffered enough, I haven’t paid my dues, I have no right to speak. I feel as if I’m standing outside a closed door while decisions are being made, disapproving judgments are being pronounced, inside, about me. At the same time I want to please.
Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye (via violentwavesofemotion)
People are bastard coated bastards with bastard filling.
Sylvia Plath (via incorrectsylviaplathquotes)



I think we’re all throwing too much shade at each other I think we need to step back and talk about the overall lameness of fucking Bingley and Darcy like….. do they even brood??

brood game too weak

Today I write my personal statement.


Today, in a few choice but poignant words, I must convince a board of university recruitment officers that I am both an asset to their student body and of my profound love of English literature.


Nailed it.

Melanie and The Who (photos by Maddy Miller)


Hayley Westerna - Wuthering Heights (Kate Bush cover)



Yo Edward’s game so weak you blow feathers while my man conquers nature 

Heathcliff’s game is so weak he can’t even get a woman who loves him to marry him

Everyone wants to be the sun to lighten up everyone’s life, but why not be the moon, to brighten in the darkest hour.
My favorite quote. (via sleepy-bat)