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“I don’t want to be a man, I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can’t confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead.”

— Happy Birthday Jace Lightwood Herondale. 

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saw this on fb...

accurate

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searching for love and denying celibacy throughout the journey...

(just learned this style. did do this right?)

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HALF-BEAST SOUL

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AUTUMN GUEST

ahead crimson paths

trails clover of rust and yam

for rustles of gust

while cackles hang close

a maiden of black glances

like a dead beauty

in arcs of orange

peeks a coal of lighter reef

turning ash to ash

breathe before the storm

a shadow glitch advances

as twigs among leaves

when a sudden guest allures

the breeze speaks with my azure

- y.f.

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It's death being shy, they say

“My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.”

— Jillian Medoff

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Upon the hearth the fire is red, Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet, Still round the corner we may meet A sudden tree or standing stone That none have seen but we alone.

Artist: Herve Leblan

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'There must have been a mighty crowd of dwarves here at one time,' said Sam; 'and every one of them busier than Badgers for five hundred years to make all this, and most in hard rock too! What did they do it all for? They didn't live in these darksome holes surely?'

'These are not holes,' said Gimli. 'This is the great realm and city of the Dwarrowdelf. And of old it was not darksome, but full of light and splendour, as is still remembered in our songs.'

He rose and standing in the dark he began to chant in a deep voice, while the echoes ran away into the roof.

Poems in the Lord of the Rings [37/78]

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it burns... bright

Tolkien (2019)

Director: Dome Karukoski

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how far can someone go with questions?

am i late? i'm currently reading tolkien's the hobbit.

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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed–and gazed–but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. - William Wordsworth

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alec: i’m trash lol

magnus: as a person who cares about the environment, i’m required to pick you up. does eight work for you?

alec: damnit you’re smooth 

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A little comic about the struggles of reading a good book.

(please don’t delete caption or repost!)

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The World Is Too Much with Us

by William Wordsworth

The World is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours And are up-gather’d now like sleeping flowers, For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.-Great God! I’d rather be A pagan suckled in a creed outworn,– So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

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