a girl's weapon.

"I perceived, of course, the drift of my interlocutor.
Jealousy
had got hold of him: she stung him; but the sting was salutary: it gave him respite from the gnawing fang of melancholy. I would not, therefore, immediately charm the snake."

- Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte


Twisted.
Feb 6, 2011 @ 2/06/2011


I want to hate you,
But underneath the tears I cry,

I still love you.




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