Am I cursed? @archivedfox - Tumblr Blog

“I feel like spring after winter, and sun on the leaves; and like trumpets and harps and all the songs I have ever heard!”

thewinterclown

So he’s a ghost story.

ladyhawke

A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless, really… “Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.

Stardust (2007) dir. Matthew Vaughn

baelatargaryen

References to ‘The Silmarilion’ by J.R.R. Tolkien (part 1) The Lord of the Rings (2001—2003) dir. Peter Jackson

baelatargaryen

“The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown; and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it and the mantled shoulders vast and dark. From a mouth unseen there came a deadly laughter.

‘Old fool!’ he said. ‘Old fool! This is my hour. Do you not know Death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!’ And with that he lifted high his sword and flames ran down the blade.”

— The Return of the King, Book 5 (Chapter IV): The Siege of Gondor

armacheart

grumpierbilbo

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers (2002) dir. Peter Jackson

sublimepoint

↳ Dragon Age: Inquisition scenery [14/∞]

oreliel-from-valinor

“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”

macleod

ight so you know how the weasleys car is in the forbidden forest, right? and also how harry went in to the forest to face voldemort. just picture harry walkin up an being ready to die and everything and then the car just comes out of nowhere and absolutely creams voldemort. like 60 mph dukes of hazard type shit

oh my god

kat2kool

Ford Anglia Potter, you were named after the bravest car I ever knew

thexfiles

Anxiety: look out me: for what Anxiety: look out

felinekin-deactivated20160804

me immediately after talking about any personal information or emotions: ive revealed too much. i must never speak again, to show no weakness and preserve my identity

nalaliaromanova

You think the four of you can save New York? You can’t even save yourselves.

person: you come across really chill

me: yeah i suppose i am

my constant, unending, internal monologue: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA