text post from 3 weeks ago

The more despair I endure in life, the more I love Frodo. I'm just. I'm so glad that Tolkien wrote him like that. He was a hero and it broke him. He was given too much to carry. The circumstances were dire, everyone was doing the best they could, and Frodo tried so hard, for such a good cause, and he...broke. And the narrative has pity for him, the characters show him kindness. Even after victory, his hurts did not heal, and it isn't considered his fault. He must go to the undying lands, to seek out peace there. In universe, he is forgiven for being human - don't be pedantic - and his great torment is recognized. He fell. He could not have done it alone. He is still a hero.

And, I think that's important.


answer post from 3 weeks ago
Anonymous ask:

i think love is when i put myself to bed even when im tired, and i carry myself up the stairs even though my knees ache. and i think love is when i buy myself a coffee when im broke, and i know that ill get myself back later. and i think love is letting myself love someone, even though i am so scared. love is a heavy thing that carries you as much as you carry it.

exitwound:

nothing to add to this you said it all..


text post from 1 month ago

if you wore pink to see Barbie (2023) today I love you. if you dressed up as one of the barbies I love you. if you gasped and cried and laughed while watching the movie I love you I love you I love you


text post from 4 months ago

“The night is softer than the day, quieter, sadder, calmer, the sound of the wind tapping windows, the hissing of pipes, the entropy that makes floorboards creak, the ghostly night bus that comes and goes - and always in cities, a far-off distant sound that resembles the sea, yet is just life, more life. I realized that was what I wanted after my mother’s death. More life.”

The Cost of Living, Deborah Levy


quote post from 4 months ago
"I’m worried about these bruises and who will hold me when I die?"
-Diane Seuss, from frank: sonnets (via firstfullmoon)

photo post from 4 months ago

Ada Limón, from “The Hurting Kind,” in The Hurting Kind

[text ID: I see the tree above the grave and think, I’m wearing / my heart on my leaves. My heart on my leaves. / Love end. But what if it doesn’t?]