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Mostly I read fantasy – medieval, urban, whatever kind it is, I’ll probably enjoy it.
I also secretly like to read romance novels, but that’s a secret, so don’t tell anyone.
We understand that this will have an adverse effect on some within our community and we apologize for this inconvenience. I’ve written no stories, published no poems, penned no scripts – but I’m pretty good with words, and I do have what I think of as a poet’s spirit.
But keep in mind that this is ultimately for the betterment of our community, this has been affecting a relatively small percentage of regular /r/r4r users (especially since the 2-day account minimum has already been around for a while), and it's not too difficult to reach the minimum karma value. I can feel the quickening of the earth in the crisp mornings of early spring, fireworks make me feel a sweet kind of sadness, and I’m acutely sensitive to things like the feeling of the wind playfully tousling your hair before a storm, as if to say, “Hold my beer and check this out.”As you might guess, I love to read.
I like watching TV shows (Vikings, game of throne, narcos, Mindhunter), movies (star wars!!
, pacific Rim, marvel) some anime (my faves are code geass, fma:b and a lot of shojo) , play some games (world of warcraft, Sims, stardew valley), read some books (well more like buy them and then let them wait for years for their time) (Witcher, star wars, fantasy in general).
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