An elf walks into a bar,
A hobbit laughs and walks under it.
Edouard Manet - In the Conservator (1878 - 1879) (detail)
i dont want a boyfriend or girlfriend
i want a faithful dragon companion
How about a girlfriend who IS a faithful dragon companion?!
my anaconda don’t
my anaconda don’t
my anaconda don’t want none
unless you got a dragon, hon.
sext: you look like the universe decided that it was tired of being so immense so it compressed all of its beauty and complexity and wonder into a smaller form so it could make everyone around it feel like they were a part of the stars
i know 90% of you don’t care but during this rewatch of the LOTR:RotK film I cried when:
The Rohirrim charged Pelanor Field
Aragorn kissed Arwen
Merry and Eowyn talked about why they’re going into battle
Sam proposed to/married Rosie Cotton
and of course, the end when Sam and Frodo say goodbye
give me any nickname you want. like for real. a shortened form of my actual name. something completely unrelated to my actual name. shit call me the name of one of my favorite characters. anything. any nickname. i will love it and love you for giving it to me. as long as it’s not something like uncoolbutt mcboringface i will love it. and you. especially you
This halloween please say no to these costumes please just say no they are fucking insulting and Dia de los Muertos is NOT HALLOWEEN I REPEAT NOT HALLOWEEN THIS IS NOT A COSTUME PLEASE STOP TREATING IT LIKE ONE
TO ALL THE PEOPLE GETTING FUCKED OFF AT MY POST. THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I MADE IT. FOR YOUR PINCHE GUERO PENDEJX ASSES. “WE DO IT OUT OF RESPECT,” MY ASS.
this is capitalism ripping through my memories i hold so sacred. Memories of walking through the streets of Chapala after school with my grandmother, and the smell of plants for the preparation of the big event. Memories of memories of memories
This is capitalism and white supremacy destroying, erasing and making new… something that has connected me with my elderes and ancestors,
This is whiteness telling me my body, our gente is unwanted, dehumanized and conditioned to death but at the same time extracting a part of my identity and wearing it as a mask.
This is a mask made of our dead and torn bodies… this is literally a mask made out of ripped bloody flesh. The flesh of migrants who die every year trying to cross.. the flesh of people who become criminalized and confined behind bars. The bloody flesh of torn bodies from years of exploitation in sweat shops, fruit and vegetable fields, dish washers.. domestic workers…
this is our flesh ripped out cleaned, pampered and styled to fit a white face.