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A hopeless romantic all the time~!!

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    Apr 27, 2025
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Writing down my fear in permanence

    AWW, thank you so much @Alliyah!! I've been feeling a bit drained when it comes to writing lately, so I’ve been really hard on myself about my work. But I’m ...

    Apr 27, 2025
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Writing down my fear in permanence

    XXVI. She is only a ghost of me. Phasmophobia: Fear of ghosts. I thought ghosts were supposed to be estranged souls hiding from death, but it’s only ever been her, ...

    Apr 27, 2025
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Writing down my fear in permanence

    XXV. #ff8a00. Chrysophobia: fear of the color orange. He peels himself like citrus, bitter rinds, pulp bleeding lies on every hand that reaches. The nation spoon-fed tang from a juicer ...

    Apr 25, 2025
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Writing down my fear in permanence

    XXIV. Home Sweet Home! Oikophobia: fear of home environment. I chose his room like someone might choose a name that isn’t theirs, thinking maybe the dirt of his footsteps would ...

    Apr 24, 2025
  • Randomosity Re: Whats the first word you think of when I say... [7]

    autumn

    Apr 24, 2025
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Writing down my fear in permanence

    XXIII. She loves me, she loves me not. Anthophobia: Fear of flowers. I did not ask to become a bouquet. I did not ask for my ribs to split open ...

    Apr 23, 2025
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    Apr 23, 2025
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Writing down my fear in permanence

    XXI. I’m writing, please look away. Scriptophobia: Fear of Writing in Public Okayyy I may have gotten a little carried away with this poem ;-; But I really had fun ...

    Apr 22, 2025
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Writing down my fear in permanence

    XXI. That sums it up. Arithmophobia: Fear of numbers. When I was nine, my father slammed his fist against the kitchen table because I didn’t know what sev3n times 3ight ...

    Apr 21, 2025
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    x = https + y = + z = spHG6BpP final formula: x + :// + y + / + z trust me, it adds up.

    Apr 21, 2025
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    Congrats, Glitch!!! :D

    Apr 21, 2025
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Writing down my fear in permanence

    XX. I am nothing more than the birth of ruin. Anthropophobia: fear of people or humans. I am a bird. I was meant to fly, stitched from the sky itself, ...

    Apr 20, 2025
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Writing down my fear in permanence

    XIX. Dying and Death are two different things. thanatophobia: fear of death. I’ve never feared dying, not really. There were nights when I welcomed it with open arms, like an ...

    Apr 20, 2025
  • NaPoWriMo Archives Re: Writing down my fear in permanence

    XVIII. Deuteronomy 10:20. Theophobia: The fear of God. Visual poem. Text version: 16+ Samuel 15:3 Now go, attack the Amalekites, and totally destroy all that belongs to them. Do not ...

    Apr 18, 2025


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