The bloodstained handkerchief belonging to Anne Brontë, used in the weeks leading up to her death from tuberculosis in May 1849

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Branwell Brontë’s Studio, The Brontë Parsonage Museum in Haworth, England X

Wuthering Heights illustrations by Rovina Cai

He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

charlotte brontë basing all four of her finished novels on an older married french professor she was in love with and who ghosted her...... possibly being in love with her best friend who she met at school...... oh if only she could have had tumblr

“I should be at the club” this “I should be at the club” that. Well for ME, I wish I were out of doors—I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy and free…and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of a tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills

→ Tom Hardy as Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights (2009)

Emily Brontë

haunting the moors all by yourself handsome?

filed under: signs that aren't poems, but could be

one thing i really wish they included in jane eyre (2011) is the second wedding. they stopped right at the reunion, which leaves a lot to be desired, especially if you don’t know what comes next! the second wedding is my favorite piece of all the symbolism, because as opposed to the first in which mr rochester is anxious and rushing to get it done and jane is entirely confused and there’s just so much happening and so much going wrong, they are entirely content in the second wedding. they take their time, and do not even have any sort of formal take on a wedding, just going to a church only the two of them in their every day clothes, with nobody else to see them be wed. they are content and at peace, but that truly isn’t an understatement. jane holds her ground in the majority of the book past the reunion and it’s beautiful to see them truly meet each other’s needs and, in a sense, really look each other in the eye.

— conjecture: my girlfriend knows more about the Brontës than god does 🏸

“She is not determined to forget me. It would be wrong to forget one so deeply and fondly devoted to her, who can so thoroughly appreciate her excellencies and sympathise with all her thoughts as I can do, and it would be wrong in me to forget so excellent and divine a piece of God’s creation as she, when I have once so truly loved and known her.”

Anne Brontë | The Tenant of Wildfell Hall

well damn, that's a way to title an article