was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. #HoneySuckleLoVE
#EmilyBrontë, #WutheringHeights
SANCTIONED BY FIRE I don’t need your applause, I am thee thunder in the pause, The spark in the dark where the wild truth claws, Unstoppab...
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