βI, at the edge of the wind. The wuthering heights call to me. I go, witch that I am. And I am transmuted. I am at the edge of my body. And I waste away slowly. What am I saying? I am saying love. And at the edge of love are we.β
β Clarice Lispector, from The Complete Short Stories; βThatβs Where Iβm Going,β (via 89rooms)

















