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Young Writers Society


poets are the scientists of the heart


About me c:

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Other Stuff:

I post my art over here! star's art

I was featured member August 6 - August 20


Interests

Writing (obviously :p), playing the piano/practicing forty hours a day, drawing/painting, reading, overthinking

Occupation

Being a moldy potato


"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