not to be a dramatic bitch but the iconic emily bronte line ‘i wish i were a girl again, half savage and hardy and free’ hits me in the chest every time and transports me to an undisclosed rural hill in england some time in the 1800s with my hair tangling in the wind as im forced to think about everything i was and everything i’m turning into
“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.”