Tag: queue the cauldron

I’m sorry you couldn’t find me. I have been in the woods. I put myself there because I couldn’t be good. I have been running with foxes and running with crows and I have found myself a home where no one goes.

Florence Welch, from “Useless Magic: Lyrics & Poetry,” published c. 2018
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emily brontë

suggestion: be a recluse with a foul temper, wander the moors without a bonnet, shadowed by your mastiff dog, and be so eccentric the people of your village assume that, although you are the minister’s daughter, you are a particular kind of witch