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Young Writers Society


thegirlandthepen

About thegirlandthepen

I'm shy at first, quiet at times, I'm sometimes confident, sometimes not. Always loud, forever outspoken. I'm usually happy, and always caring. I'm insecure, but aren't we all. I like tea with three sugars, warm summer evenings and floral prints. I love going to Zoo's, and geeking out in the library. I like little coffee shops but I don't drink coffee. I have a weakness for guys with cute smiles, and clothes with a sale sticker on the price tag. I want to always smell of Neroli Jasmine, I want my hair to always be wavy. I prefer to lose myself in a fantasy world, rather than face reality. I'm addicted to American Television and Literature. I'm constantly listening to music, afraid of the silence. I love my friends, I love my family. I'm in love with writing, and when I can't write anything of my own I compromise with fanfiction.


Interests

floral shorts; smiles; neroli jasmine; wavy hair; TRUEBLOOD; cups of tea; leopard fur; indie bands; honesty; girl brogues; DRAKE; black&whitemovies; twilight; london; coral nail varnish; kissez&cuddlez; drunken photographs; sushii; black eyeliner; trashy american TV; vodka&coke; summer picnics; etcc.

Occupation

acting student.

Website

http://www.fanfiction.net/~thegirlandthepen


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