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niteowl


About niteowl

Just an old bird who joined this site in its infancy and still migrates back every April for NaPo and pops in from time to time the rest of the year.

Former “gifted child” now cosplaying as an adult. I was brilliant once, but now my brain is mostly Taylor Swift lyrics and Good Omens quotes.


Interests

reading, writing, learning, being with friends, collecting postcards, daydreaming, travelling, being awesome :P


For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein