He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.
—Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte (via alighthouseofwords)
(via nosebleedsandnicotine)






