awww yeah gettin some happy endings up in this Brontë vic-lit.
Obviously Emily was the weird sister who liked to cut the heads off dolls and was constantly sporting the “funeral” look. Meanwhile Charlotte and Anne are in the corner being all, “Jesus, Em. We maim, mock, scorn, and torture our characters both physically and mentally but AT LEAST WE THROW THEM A DAMN BONE EVERY ONCE IN AWHILE.”
