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.
We’re all free men, protected by the Constitution. You look any way you want, Chief.

But never doubt I love.

Hamlet// William Shakespeare

the violence… how it’s changed you - turned you into a monster….

you can’t sit in this chair without being a savage

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