I Just Want To Be A Little Hobbit Living Daily Life In The Golden Days Of The Shire. Newly Plucked Flowers

Someone better tell me my beauty never ever scared them or I’m suing

someone tell the grandma to put the sword down

my tumblr isn't even a blog, it's just a hideous amalgamation of all my hyperfixations from the last decade.

Bitches be like I have so much to do but end up laying on bed listening to wildest dreams (Taylor's version) while creating fake scenarios in my head. I am bitches.

Sometimes I read so I don’t have to be stuck inside my mind with my thoughts, sometimes I read when I feel burnt out and feel like giving up and letting go of everything, sometimes I read when I feel like the world is against me and there’s no one I can rely on so I escape to a different world instead. But mostly I read because of the stories I can relate to, to the happiness, sadness, and struggles of people who exist only on paper and in my imagination.

me: *finishes a book*

me: it's time to go on tumblr and reblog every post about the book

I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.

learning multiple different languages just for the sake of trying to lay my thoughts bare

why do all the words sound heavier in my native language? scratch that. why did I choose to seek refuge in a language of another instead of training my tongue to bear the heaviness of my own?

dear author of my life,

respectively, what the actual fuck

Ok fine, I’ll make one of these too

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