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Young Writers Society


*writewatiwant*

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About *writewatiwant*

words run in my veins, just as they slip my lips and fail my heart


Interests

Almost everything =P

Occupation

Student

Website

http://www.wix.com/XxKatFxX/Kats


I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights