#rather poetic

[frodo-swaggins]

I just really love thinking about Manwë and Varda being so sweet together, like waking up in the mornings and taking it slow, watching the world wake up and inviting in calmness and peace, watching as dusk fades night away and birds start to chirp

[stylesrecord]

Harry shall call his photographic masterpiece ‘Cantaloupe on Broadway’...

medium: iphone 11 pro photo printed on canvas

[winnothing]

Then you sit down, you take out your headphones. You look at your family. You look at what they've done for you. You look at all the things you can achieve, all those shiny gold stars. You close your curtains. You sit down and you shut up. 

I feel like running away a lot. Not because my life is bad but because I can feel it coming to get me. Everything creeping in, smiles and soft hands baring gifts of guilt and chains. 

For one day, for one day I want to go. I want to get out of this town. I want to run and not bother about turning around. I want to forget everything I'm meant to be. I want to be me. Not the person others think I am. 

I don't care for love or glory. I don't want to be seen. I just want hope. Hope that I can put the past to sleep for good. Hope that I am a new person. Hope that the chains won't burn. Hope that one day. Maybe, just maybe, I won't have to turn around.