-Shall I always be chosen? - she said bitterly. - Shall I always be left behind when the Riders depart, to mind the house while they win renown, and find food and beds when they return? […] All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Eorl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.

- What do you fear, lady? he asked. 

-A cage. - she said - To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.

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# The Lord of the Rings

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# art

I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.
— Audrey Hepburn (via feellng)
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# quotes

And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep. If you need to cry I will not wipe your tears away because you are only human and sometimes tears are as close to laughter as you can get and that’s okay. If you get sleepy I will let you drool on my arm and I won’t laugh at you if you snore too loud. If you need to yell so hard that your voice cracks and your knees fail I will hold you up and yell with you. If you get so angry you punch your hands red I will ice your knuckles and tell you that wounds heal both inside and out, and just like the cold that is harsh and burning, I will always be the warmth to soothe you and make you feel better. I will love you.
— (via lieandsneak)
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# love# quotes

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# mangacaps

My heart is an unmade bed;
it might look messy, but I swear
it’s a safe place to rest.
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# quotes

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# birds





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# fish

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# landscape

One hundred years is a mere blink in the life of an elf

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# the hobbit


A village in the rice terrace | by Charlie Zhang.
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# landscape


小沢の桜 (by Takahiro Urano)


小沢の桜 (by Takahiro Urano)

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# flowers# landscape

It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.
— J.K. Rowling (via megitsunee)
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# mental health

Fleurs, 1860, Jean Benner

Fleurs, 1860, Jean Benner

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# flowers

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

— Lewis, Rachel C.. Tell The People You Love That You Love Them. (via wordsnquotes)
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# true story# words of wisdom