I LOVE Edgar Allan Poe, but every time I read some of his poetry I just want to take him to my bosom, stroke his hair, and mutter softly, “Aww, it’s okay, Edgar, *sniffle* it’s gonna be okay!”
That is all I needed at some times.
That’s what I’m here for.
*strokes her cheek lightly* Sissy? I thought I had lost you forever…
I’ll always be here.
(Source: poesdaughter, via )





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