In The Middle Of The Battle For Minas Tirit

living in the countryside really strikes the fear of god into you at the most random moments. you’ll just make eye contact with a cow or stare for too long into a brook and all of a sudden you’ll think something like “these are old bones and i am merely a passing occupant” and then you have to go and put the kettle on to cope

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Snufkin and Moomintroll. [3/?]

“And as always when there was a change in the weather, dusk, or a strange light in the sky, he noticed that he was longing for Snufkin.”

― Moominsummer Madness

not sure about anything anymore

The Signs and Ruin:

Aries: A city in the center of a great river. The bridges long destroyed, the hanging gardens overgrown. An ancient and forbidden place. 

Taurus: Whats left of the old college. Taken by a summer flood and frozen in place when winter came. The basement library is still preserved under the ice.

Gemini: The prison ghetto. Eventually the slave ships stopped coming and the town overtook these hopeless stone walls. Cursed stone re-purposed into homes, basking in the light.

Cancer: A secluded, but stately manor. Iron gates still closed and sealed shut. The home within the walls is a burned husk. The garden flourishes in the ash.

Leo: A village left seemingly abandoned. The trees are all barren and fruitless. The sun seems dimmer here. 

Virgo: The dry caldera. Spires of a great forge still jut from the rock at an odd angles, like the masts of a sinking ship. Ore flues clogged with stone cool as the spring air.

Libra: The remains of an aqueduct. Pillars of stone and masonry dotting the fields of wildflowers. Nobody can remember where they got the water from, or where it went.

Scorpio: The bay of kings. Stone colossi stand with blades thrust into the surf. Their faces have been worn smooth by the years. None of the fishermen remember their names.

Ophiuchus: Low structures cut in the canyon walls. Stairways and boulevards like the paths of the river below. The remnants of stakes for rope bridges. 

Sagittarius: A tiny, crumbling amphitheater outside of town. A map of the heavens carved into the stage, carved by a different hand from the one who made the theater itself.

Capricorn: The city that tears the clouds, suspended between two mountains. Impossibly fine stonework, yet the windmills have long since rotted away. The air itself is thin here.

Aquarius: Dust storms on brass domes, spires overcome by sand. A low, ringing, song echoes over the dune seas. An elegy for something that should remain lost.

Pisces: Impossible walls of smooth, darkened stone jutting from the waves. Labyrinthine corridors wide enough for even the largest warships. Countless smashed hulls clog the unmapped waters.

get it, let it roll !

What is up with "thy," "thou," "thee," and "thine"?

THE "I DON'T KNOW MY LIFE PURPOSE YET SO FOR NOW I'M WASTING TIME ON TUMBLR" SQUAD

Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, Pisces