what can I say about wuthering heights?

it angered me. it upset me. it frustrated me.

when people want each other enough. if it really was love. nothing should have stopped them.

i can't believe he called out begging to her ghost. were they evil people, or was it just an evil time.

it made me think in gray.

the greatest love story. no dice in my books.

interesting way to tell a story. absolutely.

i still am grateful to have experienced the story, and i did because of marie.

3: Wurthering Heights-Emily Brontë

it's sad

when something's lost forever.

my favourite feeling is a broken orange spine and musty yellow pages. good lines and a sun bleached trip down bank street.

it was nice for a moment. no shooting stars. nothing spectacular. almost something that was barely visible.

but something that felt good. briefly. very briefly. just a moment now gone.

because young love

is relative.