It's such a mervyn peake dead rat poem morning
One of the poems ever.

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It's such a mervyn peake dead rat poem morning
One of the poems ever.
by dgbrit
2x06 || 2x08
‘Well, Frodo, now at last we understand one another,’ said Faramir. 'If you took this thing on yourself, unwilling, at others’ asking, then you have pity and honour from me. And I marvel at you: to keep it hid and not to use it. You are a new people and a new world to me. Are all your kin of like sort? Your land must be a realm of peace and content, and there must gardeners be in high honour.'
by sam johnson
I swore you won’t go back to the Menagerie.
"...if not now, then when?..."
- You like the Windmill? Thought it was a real calm, zen sort of place. - I did, it was a nice touch.
Golden bees. The honey bee. 1890. Book cover, detail.
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British Library digitised image from page 34 of “Fairy Mary’s Dream. By A. F. L. With illustrations by the Author” (1870)
“Ron, you’re making it snow,” said Hermione patiently, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his wand away from the ceiling from which, sure enough, large white flakes had started to fall.
Van Gogh details
His love for Frodo rose above all other thoughts, and forgetting his peril he cried aloud: ‘I’m coming, Mr. Frodo!’ He ran forward to the climbing path, and over it. At once the road lurned left and plunged steeply down. Sam had crossed into Mordor.