emily jane

'the night is darkening round me,
the wild winds coldly blow;
but a tyrant spell has bound me,
and i cannot, cannot go.

the giant trees are bending
their bare boughs weighed with snow;
the storm is fast descending,
and yet i cannot go.

clouds beyond clouds above me,
wastes beyond wastes below;
but nothing dear can move me,
i will not, cannot go.' (brontë)

or, you know. anything by edgar allan poe... would do. otherwise, this victor & rolf collection pretty well speaks for itself. i think.

{pre-fall victor & rolf 2012, courtesy of victor & rolf by way of style.com}