là, voci di tenebra azzurra

i go by luna around here. multifandom. i happen to scream about tolkien a perfectly reasonable amount, thank you very much

[memescomedy]

[spiletta42]

This is not an exaggeration.  Your download speed would slow down to the point where Windows would make this kind of absurd estimate, and you’d sigh and leave the room for a while (because you couldn’t use the computer while it was doing this for fear it would crash and lose all your progress) and then you’d come back in 40 minutes and maybe it would now say 52 years or maybe it would say 3 minutes, who knew, not Windows.

[mangodebango]

TIME Magazine cover story asks “Is God Dead?”, 8th April, 1966.

[sketchy-pieces]

Huan, the hound of the Valinors last fight with Carcharoth

[egypt-museum-deactivated2021071]

The Precinct of Amun-Re

Columns of the hypostyle hall in the highly sacred precinct of Amun-Re, Karnak Temple Complex.

[filmsby]

Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975) dir. Peter Weir 

[kardashiansfuckyeah]

fav character: [kills someone]

me: aw

[no-chill-at-all]

[makmccoy]

Why is this so relaxing

[mounchie-deactivated20201025]

positive trigger

[kotortwo]

a level in a game: *has glowing mushrooms*

me: such incredible world building….. impeccable level design…… the cinnamon tography……..

[prismably]

femslash february day 15: mrs. who, mrs. which, and mrs. whatsit

[currentboat]

I can’t remember where I was when JFK was shot, but I can remember exactly where and when I was when I first read J. R. R. Tolkien. It was New Year’s Eve, 1961. I was babysitting for friends of my parents while they all went out to a party. I didn’t mind. I’d got this three-volume yacht-anchor of a book from the library that day. Boys at school had told me about it. It had maps in it, they said. This struck me at the time as a pretty good indicator of quality. I’d waited quite a long time for this moment. I was that kind of kid, even then. What can I remember? I can remember the vision of beech woods in the Shire; I was a country boy, and the hobbits were walking through a landscape which, give or take the odd housing development, was pretty much the one I’d grown up in. I remember it like a movie. There I was, sitting on this rather chilly sixties-style couch in this rather bare room; but at the edges of the carpet, the forest began. I remember the light as green, coming through trees. I have never since then so truly had the experience of being inside the story

Terry Pratchett, Cult Classic (via currentboat)

[buckykingofmemes]

look i dont know how to make you feel better if you start crying but i could murder someone if that would help?

[violent-darts]

[songsforgorgons]

“The cliché that when women are liberated men will be liberated too shamelessly slides over the raw reality of male domination — as if this were an arrangement in fact arranged by nobody, which suits nobody, which works to nobody’s advantage. In fact, the very opposite is true. The domination of men over women is to the advantage of men; the liberation of women will be at the expense of male privilege. Perhaps afterwards, in some happy sense, men will be liberated too — liberated from the tiresome obligation to be ‘masculine.’ But allowing oppressors to lay down their psychological burdens is quite another, secondary sense of liberation. The first priority is to liberate the oppressed.  Never before in history have the claims of oppressed and oppressors turned out to be, on inspection, quite harmonious. It will not be true this time either.”

— From “The Third World of Women,” by Susan Sontag. Partisan Review, Vol. 40, No. 2 (1973).

[merasgar-deactivated20220505]

12.21

[truelovevip-deactivated20190324]

being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.

[spelldealer]

you ever catch a glimpse of a cloud passing in front of a full moon and you’re suddenly a highwayman in an 18th century ghost story who just left a tavern on a chilly october night to ride horseback through the woods till you reach the next town over

[kurihuangillustration]

Another one of opera~ I love opera, everything on the stage is so strong~

[la-laborista-republiko]