... Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
This is just me, the girl who runs this. My Stories
Questions for me?
OMG my dream came true!! i…
what the hell…
how do i breath again???
my hitRECord name:
just in case you wanna find me ;D nothing up yet. tomorrow when i have more time :)
I’m on it! Now right now, I joined hitRecord.org!
Oh joy. My birthdagift to myself! :D
soooo excited :D