NEVERMORE
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
NEVERMORE
Caitlin. 24. Occupation: figuring it out. Currently writing a novel. Owns a cat and three dogs.

so i have my sugar and spice scented candle lit. i’m wrapped in blankets. Prison Break is on in the background. my book is open. my word document is open. 

only problem is that tumblr is open.

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