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  • Writing

    This is what happens when I try to write a story....

    1 min read
  • Why a Rose?

    Why is a rose often used as a symbol of love?

    2 min read
  • Changed

    About the way society changes us, even if we think we're stronger.

    1 min read
  • Unstoppable

    Breaking free of oppression.

    1 min read
  • The Perfect Poem

    I wanted to write the perfect poem. And I finally did.

    1 min read
  • Just An Average Girl

    We're all just average people.

    5 min read
  • Survivors

    Describes depression from an insider's perspective. Aimed at people who've never been depressed, but I'd like to hear what other 'survivors' think.

    2 min read


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien