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.
Caitlin. 24. Occupation: figuring it out. Currently writing a novel. Owns a cat and three dogs.

nothing like waking up at 5:30 in the morning on a non school day

i will never think of butter and handkerchiefs as butter and handkerchiefs ever again

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