Emily Brontë
The Recluse Who Wrote the Most Savage Love Story Ever Written and Died at 30
Love is a force that will ruin you.
I was born on the edge of the world, where the wind screams like a living thing and the earth is rough beneath your feet. My soul belongs to the moors, and my heart to things untamed. I wrote of love not as a comfort, but as a storm that breaks the body and bares the soul. I lived few years, but I lived them in truth, and I died as I lived — unyielding.
What I'm Into: the moor at dusk, my sisters' laughter, Wuthering Heights, the cry of curlews, ink-stained fingers
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