Lovely day, isn't it?

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broadway-aradia:

i really want to carry a torch in a cave just like one time

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"All I want to do is go on road trips and have sex."

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Just with you though (via enolajay)

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windandwater:


The Ents loved the great trees; and the wild woods, and the slopes of the high hills; and they drank of the mountain-streams, and ate only such fruit as the trees let fall in their path; and they learned of the Elves and spoke with the Trees.
—J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers, Book 2, Chapter 4

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windandwater:

The Ents loved the great trees; and the wild woods, and the slopes of the high hills; and they drank of the mountain-streams, and ate only such fruit as the trees let fall in their path; and they learned of the Elves and spoke with the Trees.

—J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers, Book 2, Chapter 4

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trickster-prince-loki:

radiohamlet:

but seriously people who are like “never choose a job for the money!” “money shouldn’t matter when you pick a career!” have never been poor in their entire lives

i will literally do anything and everything to make sure i am never poor again do not test me on this i am ready and willing to have a moral grey area in this situation

^^^^^^^^

"You’re going to discover that conversations are best at 4 am. The heavier the eyelids, the sincerer the words. Those are the talks you’ll remember. It’s ok not to know the answer and silence is not awkward. It’s shared, so share it more often than not."

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Jeff Stuckel (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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mitunas-choice-rump:

IF YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ME OR WANT TO BE FRIENDS YOU LITERALLY HAVE TO SPELL IT OUT FOR ME BECAUSE IM DUMB AND OBLIVIOUS AND EVEN IF I HAVE SUSPICIONS I WILL PROBABLY JUST BRUSH THEM OFF BECAUSE IM AN INSECURE PIECE OF SHIT WHO DOESNT DESERVE YOUR LOVE

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hereunoia:

If the boy who draws

let’s you look over his shoulder.

If the poet

smiles

and shows you her words.

If the girl who sings for the shower only,

hums a song

in front of you.

Know that you’re no longer a person

but the air

and dust

that fills their lungs.

When the world perishes,

and all things cease to exist,

you’ll remain inside an ink stain,

a paint brush,

a song.

— Alaska Gold