jaclcfrost:

"why do you like floral prints so much" because i’m not a person. secretly i’m just a mass of bees. trying to blend in with humans. unable to let go of my love of flowers

If you don’t keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.

“Fuck, my tea.”

me approximately an hour after every time I make tea (via madopiano)

I am only a young girl and know little of the ways of war.

There was no waking from this nightmare, no comforting whisper in the dark that he was safe really, that it was all in his imagination; the last and greatest of his protectors had died, and he was more alone than he had ever been.

definitelydope:

Hiking In Bavaria
By Lina Gavėnaitė

GAME

Rule 1: Post the rules

Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked, and write 11 new ones

Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post.

Rule 4: Actually tell them you tagged them.

Who tagged me was liliaenbaggins

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The Lord of the Rings & Hobbit series from the beginning to the end

there is no such thing as magic!

The board is set, the pieces are moving. We come to it at last.

Not all those who wander are lost.

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
Book I, Chapter Seven - The House of Tom Bombadil

'Come dear folk!' she said, taking Frodo by the hand. 'Laugh and be merry! I am Goldberry, daughter of the River.’ Then lightly she passed them and closing the door she turned her back to it, with her white arms spread out across it. ‘Let us shut out the night!’ she said. ‘For you are still afraid, perhaps, of mist and tree-shadows and deep water, and untame things. Fear nothing! For tonight you are under the roof of Tom Bombadil.’