#bronte.

[chxrrywiness]

closed for bronte | @luvlockcd

" i brought this dress with me but honestly , you should wear it i think it would go with your skin tone so much more than mine and the boys won't know what to do with their jaws . "

[luminaryhq]

BRONTE.

name + age: up to player gender + pronouns: up to player year + major: fourth, up to player faceclaim: sarah jeffery, reina hardesty, lulu antariksa status: open

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it is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.

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aesthetic:

whispering prayers into the ears of the girls you kiss. tortoiseshell glasses. hiding behind corners, between bookshelves. polaroids pinned to your bedroom wall. smudged lipstick. perfumes of amber and brilliant flowers. stumbling over words. never keeping secrets because you can’t. fumbling footsteps. the click of a camera. wildflower crowns.

connections:

christie

they weren’t the first girl you kissed in a corner of welton, but they were the first that caused a pang in your heart. you wanted to know them more than just a feeling, more than a moment caught in secret. but just as soon as you thought you were getting to know them, they pulled away. they wanted more than they thought you could give. you don’t know how quickly you can change, or if you really want to, but the idea of them finding someone else hurts.

jackson

jackson asked you to take a picture of them one day and you said yes. the two of you waited for the polaroid to develop and, once it did, they decided they wanted to see more of your photos. soon enough, you were showing them your photos, but also ones you liked that you found online or in books. the two of you admire beauty, and you both so often get lost in dreams of beautiful things. they once told you that you were the most beautiful thing they knew, kind and discerning and some sort of wonderful. you’re glad you met them.

woolf

the first person you kissed at welton was woolf. they were dramatic and emphatic and something – glorious. you paled in comparison. they were special. you were just you. in their orbit, you hoped that maybe you would become something more. you would be better. but you didn’t become whatever it was you imagined you would. you didn’t become anything. instead, woolf called it off. you were devastated. they said you would still be friends, but it’s hard – if you weren’t enough for them, how could you be enough for anyone ?

[corfe]

  Haworth Parsonage : Patrick Bronte and Bronte sisters portrait by Edwin Landseer.

[corfe]

                       Charlotte Bronte and the Bronte Parsonage.