Adubber. Directioner. Galaxy Defender. Browncoat. Gleek. Mockingjay. Potterhead. Samist. Sherlockian. StarKid. Whedonite. Whovian. Chronic Insomniac. Writer. Slacker. Not even slightly well-adjusted.

That Wild Clumsy Heart

hiding out in a dream, catching fire like kerosene

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singernixon:

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vixyish:

xixsem:

I DID THIS IM VERY PROUD OF IT YOU KNOW WHY

BECAUSE

WAIT FOR IT

LORDE OF THE RINGS

But every day’s like
Gold ring, greybeard, trippin’ on the mushrooms
Blood-mad Nazgul trashin’ the hotel room
We don’t care
We got to Rivendell across the stream
And everybody’s like
Mountains, dwarf mines, presents from the Elf Queen
Rowboats, rock paths, Gollum on a rope leash
We don’t care
Yeah we’re simply gonna walk in there

Cuz we’re going to Moooooordor

(Moooooordor)

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This is my favorite ever

(via fallingthroughwonderland)

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princeowl:

mangomamita:

don’t let tumblr make you think educations not important please go to college

we dont need no education

we dont need no thought control 

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queennhaz:

If this isn’t a perfect representation of Harry Styles I don’t know what is

(Source: bouncyhaz, via legendoflesli)

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chibisilverwings:

clinttbarton:

i don’t want to live in a world where i’m not allowed to enjoy both Shakespeare and Ke$ha.

Wake up in the mornin’ feel quite Hamlet-y

Grab my skull, I’m out the door, I’m gonna act real shitty

Before I leave, overthink if I’m on the right track

Cuz if I kill my uncle tonight, he ain’t comin back

I’m talkin trying to kill my foe foe
But instead kill everyone I know know
9 deaths in a row row

(via theterminallyhappyballofsugar)

My mother once told me that trauma is like Lord of the Rings. You go through this crazy, life-altering thing that almost kills you (like say having to drop the one ring into Mount Doom), and that thing by definition cannot possibly be understood by someone who hasn’t gone through it. They can sympathize sure, but they’ll never really know, and more than likely they’ll expect you to move on from the thing fairly quickly. And they can’t be blamed, people are just like that, but that’s not how it works.

Some lucky people are like Sam. They can go straight home, get married, have a whole bunch of curly headed Hobbit babies and pick up their gardening right where they left off, content to forget the whole thing and live out their days in peace. Lots of people however, are like Frodo, and they don’t come home the same person they were when they left, and everything is more horrible and more hard then it ever was before. The old wounds sting and the ghost of the weight of the one ring still weighs heavy on their minds, and they don’t fit in at home anymore, so they get on boats go sailing away to the Undying West to look for the sort of peace that can only come from within. Frodos can’t cope, and most of us are Frodos when we start out.

But if we move past the urge to hide or lash out, my mother always told me, we can become Pippin and Merry. They never ignored what had happened to them, but they were malleable and receptive to change. They became civic leaders and great storytellers; they we able to turn all that fear and anger and grief into narratives that others could delight in and learn from, and they used the skills they had learned in battle to protect their homeland. They were fortified by what had happened to them, they wore it like armor and used it to their advantage.

It is our trauma that turns us into guardians, my mother told me, it is suffering that strengthens our skin and softens our hearts, and if we learn to live with the ghosts of what had been done to us, we just may be able to save others from the same fate.

- S.T.Gibson (via sarahtaylorgibson)

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