Elvish
Elvish handbook. (Translations from Internet and books) Both Sindarin and Quenia :)
Elvish handbook. (Translations from Internet and books) Both Sindarin and Quenia :)
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
HOW CAN A HOLLOW CHEST FEEL SO HEAVY poetry, rambles, rantings, letters, etc. enjoy!! but read at your own risk* *massive tw for basically anything mental-illness related, including depression, anxiety, self harm, suicide, abuse, blood, knives/blades, eating disorders, etc. please don't read if you think this will tr...
When I met him on a rainy afternoon the air smelt like gardenias. My black oxford pumps were soaked from accidentally stepping on a puddle, and the tiny yellow umbrella I held up barely saved me from the chilly rain. When I met him on a rainy afternoon, the sky was pink and blue. I was starving and almost craving t...
What makes me feel so blue Is waiting at the bus stop without you The hardest part of my day Is seeing you leave; please stay Short Chapters:: Attempted Poetry
Some cool facts, research, and information on topics in psychology Hope you all enjoy!! *I TAKE NO CLAIMS IN THE WRITING OR STUDY OF POSTED TOPICS. I'm simply just sharing/informing by posting multiple sources into one concise thread*