Looks like they opened up the warehouse where they kept the fashions from my high school days and we’re all supposed to dress like idiots again.
Yeah….The Boyfriend tells me I have fingers like pliers…or drills…or something. Usually when I get really really excited to touch or hug or cuddle him I squeeze him as hard as I can. He says my fingers hurt him. :-( I just want to cuddle him as much as possible.
'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:
And yet no further than a wanton’s bird;
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
I would I were thy bird.
Sweet, so would I:
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
"Noli me wow." I’m dying!
Tol Brandir, by Alan Lee
I never noticed Frodo sitting alone in the clearing, how sad :( also on the bottom left corner Boromir is coming! and in the background is actually Tol Brandir, no wonder no one as ever up there :O
Yeah, “sports.” Obviously that’s what I was going to type. Good thing you put that at the top.
Tumblr autofill for tags is so weird.
(Source: ILAURENS, via st4rtedlate)
Slate’s The Vault posted this beautiful map game from the 1880s. Go read their post all about it!
From the next Moomin film coming this year (french-finnish production)
Good morning, Tumblr.
Did I ever tell u guys about this business card my mom had because let me tell you
[A] competent magician should have the ability to stand still at a bus stop with closed eyes and have the entire universe disappear apart from a single blazing visualised sigil or muttered spell. — The Octavo, Peter J. Carroll (via the-psychonaut)