Random book for random thoughts, part 4/? I've been on Wattpad for six years. I miss the newsfeed. You can't get rid of me because I'm obstinately attached to all my lil inline comments and memories that have rooted in here over the first few of those six years. And sometimes it's a nice place to dump thoughts, even if mostly nobody reads them anymore. I'm twenty-two, shamelessly in love with the words of Tolkien and the world my sister and I created a decade ago, done with people's nonsense and stubborn as a mule. I'm an extrovert who can't do without humanity for 12 hours and a hermit writer who desperately needs to isolate for six months to finish her (20+) books. I love teaching, linguistics, and the way the light hits a steep grassy bank at golden hour. I also enjoy writing introductions a tad too much. But sue me, it's the nature of humanity to keep trying to define ourselves and communicate our uniqueness to the rest of our equally unique, complicated, fallen brothers and sisters. "These are the tears, the tears before the psalm" -- Andrew Peterson, "The Dark Before the Dawn" (2015) It's been almost three years since I started my last random book. The world is changing, but who I am hasn't much. Come say hi?
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