in the mood to join a cult of women dedicated to artemis or aphrodite or hecate, walk through the woods bare breasted in divine ecstasy, recite sappho under the stars, drink libations and pretend honey is ambrosia ~
I did the being edgy and self-deprecating thing, it gets old. I wanna be soft and lovely and easily impressed. I wanna appreciate all the little things that make me happy the same way I’ve dwelled on every single thing that upsets me.
“You teach me now how cruel you’ve been- cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you, they’ll damn you. You loved me- then what right had you to leave me?”
— Heathcliff to Catherine in Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë (via fluencylevelfrench)
«It's because they don't make you work hard for the attention they give you. They accept the love they think they've earned, and you accept the love you think you're entitled to. Let me tell you something. Fear the day when a good heart gives up on you. Our skies don't become gray out of nowhere. Our sunshine does not allow the darkness to take over for no reason. A heart does not turn cold unless it's been treated with coldness for a while.»