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.

This country’s hard on people, you can’t stop what’s coming, it ain’t all waiting on you.

If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?

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no country for old men | cormac mccarthy

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An edit of my poster, needed some work. I think this works better. I think.

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