"Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts."- Edgar Allan Poe (via seabois)
"Hey it’s okay to be lost and confused. I just want you to remember that you have quality and you are wonderful and should be treated as such. I don’t want you to be hesitant to get what you want or need, because of you need something, whether it’s clarification on your relationship, a hickey, or someone to pat your head and remind you you’re pretty, you deserve it."- My text message to my best friend do-i-have-to-wear-pants
"Now, it is dark. It is quiet. Just you and me, dear listeners. Just my voice travelling from this microphone, travelling silent and immediate across sleepy homes and lost souls to your ears. You curl under a blanket, protecting your body from the world, excepting a few clever spiders. And you are listening. Hearing me."- ~Cecil Palmer, Welcome to Night Vale, Episode 12 “The Candidate”
Welcome to Middle-Earth ☼ MirkwoodMirkwood was a dense and heavy woodland that made up much of the eastern part of Rhovanion or the Wilderland, that maintained its borders and relative shape for many ages. Its natural land features included the Mountains of Mirkwood, a sizable river the Forest River, that ran from the Grey Mountains down to Long Lake, and a smaller river that ran from the Dark Mountains to join with the Forest River west of the Elven-king’s Halls. This smaller river was enchanted to such an extent that it caused slumber and forgetfulness to anyone who fell into it.