Until the Poets run out of rhymes
I'm Rose. I wouldn't survive a world without books and music. I have a dangerous weakness for coffee. There is nothing I love so much as words, laughing, and the first raindrops of a storm on my skin. Ask me anything.

(via bloodlikeholywine)

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