that's my eternal question, honestly. how are we so callous towards the death of others

like yeah I'm aware he's part of influential families in the shire. shouldn't have you thinking he was writing all that to gain sympathy, that wasn't the fucking point for writing the hobbit in That Tone

the way people do not get the hobbit At All got me out here defending a privileged person like bilbo. like don't make me do that

But each deed you do, each act, binds you to itself and to its consequences, and makes you act again and yet again. Then very seldom do you come upon a space, a time like this, between act and act, when you may stop and simply be. Or wonder who, after all, you are.

drunk with my cousins (alcohol allergy be damned) and all i did was talk about silmarillion

close to the color i want, but ughh why do hair salons always nerf my wavy hair 😭 i want to maintain my wavy hair ;;;

we need to get back to our militant roots

my country being involved in deeper ties with israel. and what's worse is this was so easy to detect in its early development but no one listened, not any one person listened, and now watching it go full-blown. ph being made into a war machine factory. i think filipinos should start killing

at the salon. let's find out if my hair gets purpled at the end of the day

like girl they wield kitchen knives. isn't that hint enough

people are out there traveling and i'm out here writing lotr yaoi

why do i have a feeling that the walking doll monsters in silent hill f are the housewives in ebisugaoka

But when we crave power over life—endless wealth, unassailable safety, immortality—then desire becomes greed. And if knowledge allies itself to that greed, then comes evil. Then the balance of the world is swayed, and ruin weighs heavy in the scale.

That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself?

She found that their company revived her, carried her away from the constant presence of last night's terror, little by little, till she could begin to look back on it as something that had happened, not something that was happening, that must always be happening to her.

i have to see someone put in their bio "i do not share donation links please don't send me them" girl???? do these people know how insane they sound

the things you discover when you go undercover (posting stuff in my side blog where politically inert fandomites reblog my posts)

so excited to put lobelia in my fanfic. she's gonna be doña lobelia, hiding her criticizing mutterings of bilbo's sala mayor behind her abaca fan. her and bilbo are gonna argue who has the most perfect husband

Americans are trained, culturally and politically, to see their own leaders as fundamentally legitimate actors who sometimes make “mistakes,” while leaders in rival or non-aligned countries get framed as inherently illegitimate “regimes,” not governments. It's obvious now more than ever.

To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.

i have all these ideas buzzing in my head but words just don't come out quite right

girl fucking let me write

i want to incorporate horror and magic into it but at this point i just really want to get it written so if some idea comes up along the way, i'd be grateful

mestizo ilustrado bilbo and they met in spain oughf but the focus of my fanfic is not them. it's samfro

and now i realize i am writing a historical AU

i was on the fence on how i should make bilbo and thorin meet in my fanfic bcs i have established that thorin is a foreigner (i was thinking he'd be turkish here) and bilbo is filipino and then finally it came up to me that i could make bilbo an ilustrado

seeing people i blocked on my main tumblr reblogged my posts on my side blog

needed to find a good reference for where most people store their books and i just found the ancestral house of our national hero had a library at their caida, which is like the living room

not even a fucking bookshelf in sight

i thought upper-class families during the spanish occupation were highly educated. why don't they have a name for a furniture or place where they put their books

imagine being the kind of nationality that just goes everywhere around the fucking world they named a chair after you because you're fucking everywhere aka sillas americanas