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My blog kind of sucks now and I really don’t put as much effort into it as I used to and I feel bad about that because you guys are all awesome and I’m just blah. So, I’m sorry. Seriously.

Dear Santa, thank you for the dolls and pencils and the fish. It’s Easter now, so I hope I didn’t wake you but… honest, it is an emergency. There’s a crack in my wall. Aunt Shy says it’s just an ordinary crack, but I know it’s not cause at night there’s voices so… please please can you send someone to fix it? Or a policeman, or…

"I suggest you do the same."

Look, I know you doubt me, I know you always have. And you’re right… I often think of Bag End. I miss my books, and my armchair, and my garden. See, that’s where I belong, that’s home. That’s why I came back… ‘cause you don’t have one, a home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can.

Long live the Queen!

senpaimarco:

  • don’t ever feel bad for asking me to tag a trigger
  • i do not care what the trigger is
  • i will tag it for you
  • you have legitimate reasons to be triggered by it
  • and i am not one to question those reasons
  • so just send me an ask
  • anonymous if you’re scared
  • and i will tag it all the time in future
  • your wellbeing is worth twenty extra seconds of my time at least

Your mind; it’s so placid, straight-forward, barely used. Mine’s like an engine, racing out of control; a rocket tearing itself to pieces, trapped on the launchpad.

Your mind; it’s so placid, straight-forward, barely used. Mine’s like an engine, racing out of control; a rocket tearing itself to pieces, trapped on the launchpad.