…I’ll bear with me to my grave these pure moments … where I stood planted, open-mouthed, born, before that one particular canvas, that river, up to my neck, gasping, lost, receding into watercolor depth and depth to the vanishing point, buoyant, awed, and had to be literally hauled away. These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.
#first time I saw these movies (or the first two at least) I was 11 and obviously into legolas because that’s what you do at that age#but i firmly believe that like an essential part of many fangirls’ sexual maturation was the moment they figured out aragorn was hot#like forget any of that other coming of age stuff formative moments of my appreciation of men were all about starting to appreciate dirty sc#scruffy masculinity and I have been over here sighing ever since (x)
Girls want Legolas, but women want Aragorn.
This comforts me, oddly. Also, I’ll probably delete this post at some point.
March 4th, the only day that is also a sentence
Will you come with me to the mountains? It will hurt at first, until your feet are hardened. Reality is harsh to the feet of shadows. But will you come?
The writer’s job is to get the main character up a tree, and then once they are up there, throw rocks at them.
Why should your heart not dance?
My tumblr is slowly waking up as I am acclimating to this current season at university…