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02 August, 2015

I live by, un

I felt like writing a quick little post today,so decided to share some picture/ text posts which personally like a lot!

Enjoy x

(none of these pictures are mine, I've found these on the interwebs)

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If you wish to make a journey through the archives of Enchanted Club, you'll come to see that all posts, of all qualities and categories, are still available to read. I am an imperfect, often inept being with flaws, and this is reflected in my writing. Since I started this blog in 2015, I have rarely deleted and very mildly edited my posts. However, since 2021, I have used Enchanted Club as a writing portfolio rather than the blog it initially was. I've pondered many times whether leaving my old posts online—with their many mistakes, grammatical errors, and horrendous editing—would affect the facade of my flawless, linear growth as a person and writer, possibly even hindering my career. After much deliberation, I've made the choice to let this space be what I want it to be. It was my home at 15, and it is my home at 24. I like to decorate it in my own style. I like to leave some mess lying around. It's lived-in. I hope you enjoy looking at my odd little trinkets on display and weirdly shaped cut-outs taped to the walls. Walk across my well-traveled rug to pick up an album of preserved poetry which makes no sense, yet cannot be discarded. I welcome you.