Tori Sharp

me and the boys have a couple of chains wrapped around the sword in the stone hooked up to mikes toyota tundra gonna pull that fucker out like a tooth.

Me and the boys misunderstood the arcane nature of the stone and now the Toyota is king of England

things will work out + it’s still early + not everything is lost + trees

LOTR abridged

You gotta be really publicly passionate about things if you want your friends to text you. Bc people will forget to text you because they’re human. But if you’re really openly the friend who loves identifying ants your friends will think of you when they see ants. And they’ll text you “what ant is this [blurry photo]”. And then they’ll ask you how you’ve been and we should get coffee sometime. But if they don’t know what you love they’ll never know what you like

And then when the ant convention is in town they’ll be like dude… we should go to the ant convention. But they would never think to go if they didn’t know u loved ants

And sometimes you need to ask them to go to the ant convention. But you Will not get anywhere hiding your passions

i open and close tumblr like it's a fridge

I loathe people who litter in general but particularly on hikes because seeing litter on the trail violently rips me away from my maladaptive hobbit fantasies where I'm on my way to a feast day and muttering about the inconsideration of it being held on a mountaintop instead of in the valley which is objectively more convenient for all involved, and instead thrusts me into the mindset of a serial killer who must pick up the evidence their future victim is carelessly leaving along the trail which would inevitably lead the rangers to us prematurely and wouldn't that be a shame? So I pick up their garbage like the trained crime scene expert I am, scouring under bushes for shreds of wrappers, before, satisfied that only nature remains, taking off up the mountain in hot pursuit of my quarry