Reblog If You Think It’s Okay To Platonically Say “I Love You” To Your Friends

Thanks to the person who introduced me to the fandom, I’ve only seen the extended versions of LOTR movies and I refuse to watch the shorter versions. Like, voluntarily depriving myself of a part of the cool stuff? That’s crazy.

(yes, the movies are too long to watch in one sitting. It may be just me or it may be a lot of people, I don’t know. But I’d rather pause it and continue on the next day than just… shorten it. I’m doing it for my own pleasure, after all)

Walking or running up and down the hillside makes me feel alive in such a special, unique way that nothing else can give

Bad Choice Road

hey boss i can't come in today it's a sunny day and there's a lovely breeze coming in through my window, yeah it's rustling the branches of the tree outside that's finally bloomed so it's pretty serious

"likes mean nothing on tumblr" you're sending me a little heart. that's not nothing it's your heart. look here's one for you <3

I seem to have gotten the same curse

Apparently I am cursed to get the best ideas for writing in only 3 places:

1. While I'm in the shower, getting ready in the morning

2. While I'm in bed, trying to fall asleep

3. While I'm sitting in class, and listening to the most boring explanations I have ever heard

Damn, I love Death’s facial expressions here… Even he didn’t want it to happen…

My very delayed response to Terry Pratchett’s death a few weeks back. Not going to lie, it wrecked me. I wanted to make something right away but had no idea what would be appropriate, and kept running out of free time.  

I feel like everything I have to say about him and his work and world has already been said a million times over, I don’t have a lot to add to it. I’ve yet to read all of Discworld, and at this point I’m probably going to purposely drag my feet just to delay the end as long as possible.   GNU Terry Pratchett

I once dreamt of several detective stories. Like, saw them in my dreams at night. I don’t know if they were good or bad, but there were actual detective plots and plot twists. And I don’t remember them entirely. Only some details.

While dreaming, I was watching them like a movie, but thinking that I was reading them in some book. I wondered how I had gotten through it so fast, and only then I realised that it was no book, but something my brain had made up. Then I thought that I should write them down, and maybe after some work they’ll make sense as actual detective stories. But I woke up, and I didn’t remember practically anything. Not even the key plot points.

If you think that you’re a horrible person and no one will ever love you, just remember that there are certain BrBa fans out there shipping themselves with Tuco Salamanca and he’s practically as bad a person as humanly possible