gd i was just lying in bed silently monologuing about my Powerful Angsty Emotions and had the realization that I have turned into a Charlotte Bronte character
I AM BUT A SMALL, UNNATRACTIVE, AND INSIGNIFICANT CREATURE YET MY EMOTIONS ARE WORTH AS MUCH AS YOURS, AND ARE SO DISTRAUGHT THAT THEY CAN ONLY BE CAPTURED BY THE IMAGERY OF THIS CONVENIENT STORM! ON AN UNRELATED NOTE, I AM ABOUT TO WANDER INTO THE ATTIC AND DISCOVER A DISTURBING PLOT TWIST!
anyway the Villette fanfiction i’m writing for my 19th century lit final project is going less than ideally










