river

[miercoles-wednesday]

“Eraser (Polite)”

[waitingforthesunrise]

is anyone else ever overcome with the desire to put gregory alan isakov’s music in a blender and drink it with cinnamon and cloves. or is it just me

[the-line-begins-to-blur]

Trent Reznor by Bradley R Youngberg

[anthropophagiaa-deactivated2026]

✉ . — The Metamorphosis . credit 222 bugs.and.bows on tiktok.

[academia-lucifer]

@academia-lucifer

[gettingupandleaving]

[io-saturnalia]

plans by death cab has gotta be one of the best albums ever released

[maureen2musings]

Eryri, Wales

m_l_robbins

[must-be-mr-boggins]

Been suffering through my Prozac prescription, whole time I just needed to go on a quest.

[frog-thief]

[tanoraqui]

“I asked chatgpt” well I journeyed to Rivendell to seek council of Elrond Half-Elven, wise among men and wizards alike, and he invited me to a meeting with representatives of all the free peoples of Middle Earth. It turns out that my trouble is but part of the trouble of all the world, the origins of which lie in earlier, grander ages—but none of us stand alone!

[verkomy]

treebeard and the hobbits

you can get a print here

[gvalesdraws]

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.”

[sunsetbuddie]

hey so anyone else just, feel thin. sort of stretched. like butter scraped over too much bread. like you need a holiday. a very long holiday. and you don't expect you shall return? or is that just me and bilbo baggins

[luna-spring]

"I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet."

– The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

[academia-lucifer]

@academia-lucifer

[vintage-tigre]