pluto ravenóire

❝ thoughts disentangle themselves when they pass through your fingertips. ❞ ━ dawson trotman

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pluto was neglected and exiled by the solar system, but instead of continuing its silent revolution around the orbit of the solar system, pluto decided to change routes and made its own universe, its own microcosm, its own orbit to revolve around, its own . . . utopia.

this outcast reject loves music too much that she couldn't last a day without listening to some good lyrics and melodies. she goes from classical music to heavy metal (a weirdo, indeed). she loves all genres of music, especially those with awesome lyricism.

before she forgets that she's a writer, yep, she is a writer. still haven't figured out her main genre and her brand, but she's currently writing a philosophical novel in which she bared her soul whilst writing every word of it. she's also planning to step into the challenging world of fantasy, although her novel was on-hold for the mean time.

she has been writing on wattpad for five years (april 28, 2018) and was inactive for the first two and the last two. in short, she was only active for a year. she's a hopeless walking potato who loves coffee and ends up palpitating out of too much caffeine intake, oh, and sleep isn't in her schedule.

just turned eighteen. writer. lyricist. feminist. loves art. loves dull and neutral palettes. loves music. loves sunset and sceneries. loves film, novels, literature, photography, philosophy, and psychology.

this peanut basically loves all branches of art.

ੈ✧ available works ✧ੈ

↬ an affinity within stars (adventure, slice of life)
↬ graveyard of buried souls (proses)
↬ orcurias odyssey: the blue orbit (fantasy)

ੈ✧ interact with me through ✧ੈ

fb account ↬ pluto ravenoire
& august ravenóire
twitter ↬ exiledpluto_
e-mail ↬ plutopiaaa@gmail.com