deathbyvalentine:

“So I wasn’t lovable,
So I was an untamable, wild thing.
I kicked and spat and did not smile
at men because they looked at me. Woman?
I preferred animal – Just me and my moors,
that freezing chill
that reddened my cheeks
more than flattery ever could. My words poured out of me not like flowers blooming
but like wasps from their nest,
they, like me, were not meant to be pretty.”

— Bronte (a.v.p)