Bilbo Baggins: the only guy to ever read the terms and conditions
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Bilbo Baggins: the only guy to ever read the terms and conditions
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Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime….
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Thing I’m good at: writing
Thing I suck at: writing
Thing I like doing: writing
Thing I hate doing: writing
Thing I like doing: reading other people’s writing
Thing I hate doing: reading other people’s writing
Thing that makes me hopeful: writing
Thing that makes me hate myself: writing.Writing=Contradiction.
Please don’t get tired of me.
It happens every time. People lose interest in me. They get tired of me. Suddenly, they don’t bother hitting me up anymore. The conversations become shorter. They forget about me and I just become a distant memory. I wonder if it’s my fault sometimes. But then I realize that people never stay in my life. And there’s nothing I can do about it.
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oh myyy
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Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
“You owe me.”
Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.
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This animation is absolutely glorious. Just take a moment to appreciate that this was all done by somebody’s hand; that they slaved over this, and this was the result of a human, not a computer. It’s completely perfect.
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I can’t get over this.
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I may or may not be cracking.
Pieces of me tend to chip away with the whips of an unforgiving breeze. Although that’s not entirely true -the biggest chunks of myself dissipated from the softest of whispers, nearly unheard.
And I’m slowly withering away to this broken vassal of skin and bone and meat that I can’t recognize.I’m empty and longing and waiting for that time when I can once again breathe sunlight and let its warmth dry the salty sadness traversing through my cheeks and lips.