Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
I DID THIS IM VERY PROUD OF IT YOU KNOW WHY
WAIT FOR IT
EOF THE RINGSBut every day’s likeGold ring, greybeard, trippin’ on the mushroomsBlood-mad Nazgul trashin’ the hotel roomWe don’t careWe got to Rivendell across the streamAnd everybody’s likeMountains, dwarf mines, presents from the Elf QueenRowboats, rock paths, Gollum on a rope leashWe don’t careYeah we’re simply gonna walk in there
Cuz we’re going to Moooooordor
Had to reblog this hah