I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me.

Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (via rivaldealer)

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My pastor knows how much I love Interpol so today on our drive to the site we were volunteering at he put on their first album for me without me saying anything

I thought that was very sweet and I was a lil overwhelmed