The World Is Quiet Here

David. 19. Nottingham.

Tea drinker, guinea pig lover, Chemistry student, baking whizz, vintage clothes enthusiast, Fleet Foxes fanatic, Simon Amstell nut, drama devotee, Netflix addict and synonym exhauster.

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In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. 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.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. 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.
  • 24 March 2012
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