possibly very long rant with possible language under the read more (i dont know we’ll see)
im sorry ive complained to my mother too many times i need to get it out somewhere else
Even on an overcast day like today, there’s no place I’d rather be. 🌸🏰 (at The Hub and Partners Statue)
holy crap ive been yelling ‘moutarde’ at my brother for like three days now thinking im calling him a sheep in french
i just realized the word for sheep is ‘mouton’
I’VE BEEN CALLING HIM MUSTARD
"Those who used the Nine Rings became mighty in their day, kings, sorcerers, and warriors of old. They obtained glory and great wealth, yet it turned to their undoing. They had, as it seemed, unending life, yet life became unendurable to them. They could walk, if they would, unseen by all eyes in this world beneath the sun, and they could see things in worlds invisible to mortal men; but too often they beheld only the phantoms and delusions of Sauron." - Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age, The Silmarillion
love is deliberate.
lotr/hobbit meme: day 13 - favorite frodo + sam moment: mt. doom
"Sam looked at him and wept in his heart, but no tears came to his dry and stinging eyes. ‘I said I’d carry him, if it broke my back,’ he muttered, ‘and I will!’
'Come, Mr. Frodo!' he cried. 'I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you and it as well. So up you get! Come on, Mr. Frodo dear! Sam will give you a ride. Just tell him where to go, and he'll go.'
As Frodo clung upon his back, arms loosely about his neck, legs clasped firmly under is arms, Sam staggered to his feet; and then to his amazement he felt the burden light. He had feared that he would have barely strength to lift his master alone, and beyond that he had expected to share in the dreadful dragging weight of the accursed Ring. But it was not so. Whether because Frodo was so worn by his long pains, wound of knife, and venomous sting, and sorrow, fear and homeless wandering, or because some gift of final strength was given to him, Sam lifted Frodo with no more difficulty than if he were carrying a hobbit-child pig-a-back in some romp on the lawns or hayfields of the Shire. He took a deep breath and started off.” - The Return of the King, J. R. R. Tolkien.
The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing — to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from — my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back.
Clive Staples Lewis | Till We Have Faces
the first question
the question that must never be answered, hidden in plain sight
the question you’ve been running from all your life
what are you going to do after school