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.

Musical notation by Ludwig van Beethoven (II)

the winged wolf & the liberator

She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

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