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I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via feellng)
He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
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I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze.
Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via teenager90s)