truly nothing will make you hate fandom more than being in it. i’m stuck here forever in dipshit sandbox with the biggest morons on earth because i have some sort of clinical playstoys affliction of the brain

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truly nothing will make you hate fandom more than being in it. i’m stuck here forever in dipshit sandbox with the biggest morons on earth because i have some sort of clinical playstoys affliction of the brain
One of the things I love most about Lord of the Rings is that it's a story about people choosing to do the right thing simply because it is right. Like, there's nothing special about Frodo except that he decides to carry the ring. He's not particularly better equipped than any other hobbit, he's just the one who says he'll do what has to be done. And throughout the story, so many of our characters do the same. Someone has to do this, so I will.
To live is to forget
And to die is to know
And oh, man
We’re all dying to know
That immeasurable distance
Between soul and ego
As if we know where we come from, but must wonder where we go and the symphony that plays for most is a frequency too low…
Let the dissonance we used to map our ambivalence between the bliss of ignorance and all this goddamn dying to know…
Just to live and let go
Be harmonized with both the science and the magic that create a rainbow
The child-like wonder and the perennial wisdom
That balance on the beam of the sun in perfect rhythm
So that our hearts pound
To the vibrations in the ground
And our souls radiate beyond the capsules which they’re bound
And Oh, man….
The end curiosity is one I’ve never found, but I don’t care
I’ll still sit in my garden breathing in the air
Plucking pedals off all the forget-me-nots
When they become weary
Asking impossible, intangible questions
Laughing while my eyes are teary
And seeing beauty
In all those naked flowers🥀
Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.
-- Victoria Erickson
(Zurich, Switzerland)
Aziraphale did it for Crowley
And it was terrifying and it might backfire horribly and it hurts and will haunt the angel to the end of ... eternity, but he loves his demon and so he took the HARDER path.