“He was as tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship.”
Who knows why, but I’ve actually started to miss being on Tumblr.
I also miss all my buddies from here, please don’t forget about me!
++ if anybody knows good ways to take screen caps on a mac computer
please let me know, because I still have no idea how to do it in a way that
the gif moves smoothy. I got one way but it makes the gifs look terrible.
People have now started to send me messages about this so I’m just
gonna go ahead and make a post about it then hopefully people will see it:
I AM NOT GIVING AWAY THIS URL. I’m sorry, but I went for literally years
wishing that it was mine and then I finally got it. Now I am gonna hold on to
it forever. I swear I’m still fully planning on using it in the future.
I have been inactive for months now due to me being busy with school work,
Sims 4 (which I’m like crazy into atm don’t get me started) and just life in
general. I’m also just not so into social media anymore apart from instagram.
I’ll get back to it eventually, I just have no interest on tumblr right now. If you
miss me, you can most likely catch me on instagram or twitter.
I hope y’all are doing well!!
self care isnt always lush bath bombs and $20 face masks. sometimes, it’s going to bed at 8pm or letting go of a bad friend. its forgiving yourself for not meeting your impossible standards and understanding you are worth it, nonetheless. self care isnt always luxury, but a mean for survival.
The hour is later than you think. Sauron’s forces are already moving. The Nine have left Minas Morgul.
I know what is that you want of me. But I would not bring further death to my people. I will not risk open war.
Small town lights bleeding into the Milky Way in a sleepy pocket of dark sky in the Cascades. 4921x3281
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He’s one of them Rangers; they’re dangerous folk they are, wandering the wilds. What his right name is, I never heard, but round here he’s known as Strider.