everyone agreeing with this tweet is so lucky because cell phones have absolutely been in my dreams, specifically DREAMS ABOUT TUMBLR DISCOURSE. I literally had a dream my mutuals made a callout for me i'm not fucking joking helppp
Thinking of the larger context of LOTR and like, the fellowship swapping old war stories and shit and Sam just says “Yeah I killed a huge spider…Shelob, I think?”
And Gandalf just blinks and is like, “You what now?”
“Yeah, killed it. Had to save Frodo”
Gandalf elects not to tell Sam that he killed the spawn of a primordial demon.
no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for
Writing is not even a choice. I anguish, my soul languishes; I find escape in pain that isn't mine, my chest grows tight at night, it's suffocating. I grip the bars of my cage, my flesh, my past -- years go by too fast, I yearn for a future I do not have and cannot bear a minute here, now. This second is too slow. I watch the sages sit in quiet contemplation but my silence is seeped in suffering. My gaze goes up in awe at those that do not want to scream; Be like them, I tell myself, deny myself, letting these yells echo in the chambers of my mind. Don't you envy those that let their screams be heard? I do. I do. I do. But I do not want to be seen. I need to. I cry, I whine, I tear and I thrash. Writing is not even a choice.