me, the eldest sibling in a fairy tale: hey idiots, watch me own the hell out of the Devil. I’m gonna be so good at it
me, ten days later, draped over my youngest sibling’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes as they saunter out of Hell: I will admit that mistakes were made.
I just saw your selfies and you are!! So lovely! I also think that you could tell me all the secrets of the universe since you’ve been around since it’s conception.
Omg thank u!!! /)*///*( YOU are lovely, anon! My only cosmic secret is that tumblr user @vardasvapors has def been selling Varda weed for her jazz band problems since the conception of the universe.
*sending selfies from my bathroom to my girlfriend in my bedroom bc she likes to sit and write in the natural-light winter gloom*
«…then Morgoth shall come back through the Door out of the Timeless Night; and he shall destroy the Sun and the Moon, but Earendel shall come upon him as a white flame and drive him from the airs…»
Amethyst mushrooms. Elaeomyxa Cerifera, identified in 1942. This fungi’s fruiting structures split open to release spores which sparkle like a disco ball. It looks like a whole Galaxy in a single mushroom.
“I DON’T NEED AN ITALIAN SODA!!!”
—this very offended tiny 2 year old girl with blonde curls in this coffeeshop
Requested by @eowyn-of-gallifrey
Fëanor presses on toward Angband in rage
…Fëanor, in his wrath against the Enemy, would not halt, but pressed on behind the remnant of the Orcs, thinking so to come at Morgoth himself: and he laughed aloud as he wielded his sword, rejoicing that he had dared the wrath of the Valar and the evils of the road, that he might see the hour of his vengeance. Nothing did he know of Angband or the great strength of defence that Morgoth had so swiftly prepared: but even had he known it would not have deterred him, for he was fey, consumed by the flame of his own wrath. ( “Of the Return of
the Noldor”, The Silmarillion)March of Finwë’s Sons: pt.2 of 3
[Part 2: Fëanor]
“Wrote nothing. Weltsch brings me books about Goethe that cause a scattered, useless excitement within me. Plan for an essay, “Goethe’s horrible essence”. Fear of the 2-hour evening walk that I have introduced to myself.”
— Franz Kafka, diary entry for January 31st, 1912 (via franzkavka)
Hygrocybe psittacina, commonly known as the Parrot Toadstool or Parrot Waxcap, is a colourful member of the genus Hygrocybe, the waxcaps, found across Northern Europe.
Photo credit: Miguel A. Ribes Ripoll
ephal ephalak idon hi-akallabeth 