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let me be very clear that if you voted for donald trump or support him in any capacity you are not welcome here. my blog is not the place for you and i do not want you interacting with me.
Cassandra Arden
“One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man”
I’ll probably eat 4
Saturday, 10 o'clock in Middle-earth, time for a snack. Have break - have a Lembas! (Well, at least it’s 10 o’clock AM in Germany ;-) )
Lovely hobbit aesthetics → Second Breakfast!
Yes, from time to time. It’s one of the wonderful things that makes reading so enjoyable.
do you ever just accidentally stumble across the most delicious sentence in the middle of a book and are forced to stop just to revel in its beauty??
Hope you all have a lovely holiday season and a very merry Christmas! 🎄
A couple admires the color and texture of Monet’s Water Lilies at MoMA, New York
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fairy tale by Lyubov Shipaeva
Winter in the shire
The Shire in Winter! 🎄☃❄🍻
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (2001) | dir. Chris Columbus
“What is a hobbit? I suppose hobbits need some description nowadays, since they have become rare and shy of the Big People, as they call us. They are (or were) a little people, about half our height, and smaller than the bearded dwarves. Hobbits have no beards. There is little or no magic about them, except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk like you and me come blundering along, making a noise like elephants which they can hear a mile off. They are inclined to be fat in the stomach; they dress in bright colours (chiefly green and yellow); wear no shoes, because their feet grow natural leathery soles and thick warm brown hair like the stuff on their heads (which is curly); have long clever brown fingers, good-natured faces, and laugh deep fruity laughs (especially after dinner, which they have twice a day when they can get it).”
— An Unexpected Party
I’m going to run away
When I was 14, I heard my dad talking to one of his friends. My dad’s friend was expecting their first child and found out it was going to be a boy. They wanted a girl. My dad told his friend that he and my mom wanted 2 kids, a girl and a boy. Their first child was a boy, my older brother. My dad said, looking back, he was so happy they had a boy first.
When I was born, he said they really wanted a daughter. So they decided to have a third child.
I learned at that point, I was never wanted.
There is no question that my sister is my dad’s favorite. Then my brother. Then me.
There is no question that my brother is my mom’s favorite. My sister is a close second. Most the time, I don’t even think she likes me.
Life has taught me that I am just a disposable cup.
Like this cup, I don’t have any value, once someone is done with what they want from me, I get discarded. When people are done with my friendship, or tired of my affection, or don’t need my help anymore, I get left behind. I am sometimes left on the table, or forgotten, or tossed in the trash. But all too often, I end up crushed along the side the road.
