i love wizards bc they fucking lie all the time. gandalf was like “a wizard is never late he arrives precisely when he means to” lying ass. he was late as fuck. wizards will just say whatever. it doesn’t even matter when you have a big ass hat
Sorry, what??? I have so many questions……..
Your dad???
My dad just broke up with me 😭.
#wap #broke #dad #husband #iwillnowturnintoanemobitch
Whoah pretty colours
Figures at work in a winter landscape, an approaching storm beyond (1859) by Fredrik Marinus Kruseman (1816-1882)
Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, “On Writing On Your Own Terms”
[Text ID: “I mean I’m writing to remember. I’m writing to remember. I’m writing to remember.
But also I’m writing to challenge memory. We’re back to the gaps, the places where language stops. Let me in.”]
I have not seen enough people talking about how the 20th anniversary of Fellowship of the Ring is in like a month
We spend a lot of our time considering other perspectives. We read stories, listen to tales from friends, and imagine ourselves in other worlds, in the heads of other people.
But at the end of the day, we are limited to ourselves. Regardless of how much we can see someone else’s stories, opinions, and even thinking patterns, we are locked in our own heads. At the very end, We are alone.
“You don’t love yourself enough. Or you’d love your nature too, and what it demands of you. People who love what they do wear themselves down doing it, they even forget to wash or eat. Do you have less respect for your own nature than the engraver does for engraving, the dancer for the dance, the miser for money, or the social climber for status? When they’re really possessed by what they do, they’d rather stop eating and sleeping than give up practicing their arts. Is helping others less valuable to you? Not worth your effort?”
— Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (5.1)