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Young Writers Society


Pompadour


Photo of Pompadour

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A poem begins with a lump in the throat.

--Robert Frost



Another teenager masquerading as a ninety-something-year-old man with a fly haircut. I am remarkably ignorant, and unremarkably pessimistic.

You can bother me for anything~


Interests

finding pace and rhythm

Occupation

Some spatial Flying Dutchman

Website

http://pompaboorish.tumblr.com/


When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind