♓ | an angel with a broken wing that can't fly.
❝ His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind. ❞
- Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall.
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