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Kaledo Art
wallacepolsom
Xuebing Du
$LAYYYTER
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
hello vonnie
Sade Olutola

Andulka

shark vs the universe
occasionally subtle
trying on a metaphor
Show & Tell
we're not kids anymore.

Kiana Khansmith

blake kathryn

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oozey mess

@theartofmadeline
almost home

Janaina Medeiros
seen from South Africa
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@daddy-husk
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Everyone, feel free to check out the RadioHusk fic I am writing! 💚 Would love to get feedback! 💚
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58278715/chapters/148412188
Hello all! It is me, thranduilicious! I am back from a several year long hiatus. Unfortunately this account will no longer be LotR/Lee Pace/Thranduil themed. Transitioning this blog to a Hazbin Hotel blog about my fave off brand cat in the hat wannabe. 💚 Husk lol
PLEASE COME BACK
It is I.
This blog will make you feel at peace
Lee Pace at “Ceremony’ Premiere at TIFF 2010
… chasing after each other nonetheless
Fucking humans with their fucking shoddy work conditions this iron is barely even pure and he wants the blade all “cuuuuuurvy” and can only pay in coins that aren’t even gold and what is up with their tall as fuck anvils everything’s too tall now Mahal-dammit. When I get my kingdom back it’s nothing but right angles and gems on everything and anvils that are the RIGHT FUCKING SIZE forever and ever.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I would happily have watched “Bitter Smithing: The Film.”
Just try me once, and I might let you go. But if you try me twice, then I will own your soul.
A meth’d out poet (who shortly died)
if you haven’t read this whole poem I highly suggest it
(via tweaker-princess)
The dwarves will be slaughtered. Yes, they will die. Today, tomorrow, one year hence, a hundred years from now, what does it matter? They are mortal.
No need to say anything really
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By Anja-Woodlights Woudlicht
The Galaxy is a beautiful and mysterious place full of wonder.
[X]
Okay, but who allowed you, though.
What is your FACE.
Free your mind from every dirty word, every negative thought, and every horrible memory and you’re golden
(via endless-nothings)
Don’t let yourself feel worthless: often through life you will really be at your worst when you seem to think best of yourself; and don’t worry about losing your “personality,” as you persist in calling it: at fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 p.m.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via hqlines)