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“I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you—especially when you are near me, as now; it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.” —Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via xthestarscollide)

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Black Pearl

I’m sure she stumbled for miles in high school, that loss cutting into her sole like crushed glass in her shoe, until the drowning dulled and death glowed like a black pearl, pain’s accretion of dark luster. She held out the pearl of her father’s death like a…

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