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Young Writers Society


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i want to drink the citrus of the sun

goofball, tier-1 memelord.


Interests

being a goofball.

Occupation

nothing yet ;D


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