Angélique. 21. France

We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one.

i examined my own heart and there you were. never, i fear, to be to removed.

Sometimes awful things have their own kind of beauty.

"I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes."

Anne Brontë, Best Poems of the Brontë Sisters

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klattenhoffs:

I do not now remember when I first knew I was different. Or rather, that my life belonged to others besides myself. I must have been about eleven or thereabouts, when they left a book on the nursery table. The first four sons of King George III could boast only one living child … and that was me. And so I learned that I was nearer to the Crown than I had thought … and I knew then why I must trace a path ordained by others.

I thought I was going to lose you! Why did you do it?
You’re so stupid! Why did you do it?    
I had two very good reasons...

RF