andie, she/her, 26, united states. this blog is full of Tolkien. also other art, photos, fandoms, and big-eyes-emoji stuff, but mostly Tolkien. i tag! my girlfriend is bright ivanaskye, who is a lot, but not too much
We talk a lot as a people on this ole network of fantasies about the women we’d like to step on our face, but so rare is the hero brave enough to step forward and say, “I am a woman and I wish to be the one to do the stepping.” Perhaps I must be my own hero. Sometimes, fellas, I wish to step. Sometimes I see a woman and I saw that I want her to raw me and yet in my heart of hearts? Maybe it is I who wish to do the rawing. It seems like more work but I will take on that labor. Maybe me and my someday wife can take turns stepping and being stepped upon. It’s midnight and I just saw a picture of Elizabeth Debicki and she is six foot three and looks delicate as porcelain. I want to sling her over my shoulder but carefully so she doesn’t drag on the ground as I carry her away. The thesis statement of this post has gotten away from me. Women pretty.
we’re almost in the ‘20s and dadaism is thriving, europe’s in a shambles, everyone is broke and the right wing is on the rise so i guess we really don’t learn a goddamn thing huh
This is really the post I was looking for
This… This is actually a bit disturbing.
in 1918 the Spanish flu epidemic killed some 50-100 million people just after the Great War left 10 million dead and 10 million wounded; so far the 21st century is amazingly, incredibly, fantastically better than the 20th was.
2018′s not over yet lad
I mean in fairness they didn’t need to worry about blog spam in 1918.
1. Dynasties will rise and fall, generations pass down their stories, great philosophies will sweep the Earth and come to dust, and you will still be reading this book, because it is very long. The next chapter is told from the perspective of a field of grass and mainly concerns the frequency and intensity of rain over an indeterminate period in 1954. When you finally get to the end it will probably loop round to the start so you can re-read it with a new perspective.
2. Let us go to a hostile environment and mostly die: a thinly-fictionalised account.
3. What if the far future, no further than that, but everyone is still obsessed with the twentieth century?
4. The army came through the town at sunset, and with them a million green butterflies. My aunt lugged the taxidermied remains of Grandma Rabbit out of the cellar to watch them pass. Watching her struggle, I realised that everything is recursive.
5. Shakespeare, but people go into an office from time to time and the ending is ambiguous so you can discuss it in your book club.
6. At last, the final devastating realisation: only angst could slay the uber-dragon and save the world. I would need to get more problems.
7. Humans: still ridiculous, but in a different environment.
8. And that, my friends, is the story of how I, a relatively normal person a bit like you in some ways although let’s discuss my gothic quirks if we must, but anyhow, that’s how I ended up in the company of the eccentrics, I will never forget that time, anyway there was sexual tension and then unrelatedly various people got dead.
9. Everything had a numinous magic about it. I knew what the code must be. Slowly, the slab swung aside, revealing steps downwards.
10. If current trends continue long past the point that anyone could reasonably extrapolate them to, then we are all doomed in a fascinating way: a study.
11. Come and run your fingers over my maps, tiny human. There are things in here that have not been mapped before, information that has been forced through a funnel into a new form. Before dawn we together will have shone a magic light onto the drabbest interstices of your life and made art.
12. I have been thinking about bottoms, let me share my theories.
ephal ephalak idon hi-akallabeth 