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erilea

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erilea

Hi! I'm erilea, but to be honest, I tend to go more by Asteria online nowadays (I'm too lazy to change it). I'm eighteen years old and this is my ninth (?) year on YWS, which makes me feel nostalgic and kind of old. I don't get around to reviewing much anymore, but I'll still publish some works here and there. (Sorry about that. I still love you all.)

I mainly write poems, although writing fanfictions laid a foundation for my love of writing. I've also grown fond of... prose poetry? Or just brain-dumping in a vaguely artsy way. Writing for me is more of an outlet than anything, and there's honestly nothing more satisfying than turning some jumble of emotions into a piece I'm proud of (at least for a couple of days, until I revisit it and become horrified at its lackluster quality).

If you want to talk about K-pop (I will never shut up), Genshin Impact (I need to touch grass), or, inexplicably, my eight-year-long Percy Jackson phase that kickstarted my interest in the Classics, I'm always available. Otherwise, have a great day and keep writing! :D


Interests

Reading, writing, piano, tennis, the Classics, K-pop, Genshin Impact, and other brief interests. I really dug into the dregs of society for some of these, huh.

Occupation

Student


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