tear my ribs apart and let the sun inside.

"I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you-especially when you are near me,
as now:
it is as if I had a string somewhere
under my
left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to
a similar string situated in the
corresponding quarter of your
little frame.
And if that boisterous channel, and
two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us,
I am afraid
that cord of communication wil be


snapt;
and then I've a
nervous notion I should take to bleeding
inwardly.

As for you,-









you'd forget me."

- jane eyre (spacing by me)