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.


[the darkness is no mystery] : a mix for spock, for the infinite mathematics of the deepest cosmos and the brightest stars and the tessellations of your mind, for the beauty found in logic and the quiet ache for a lost planet and the home you find among the stars. 

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