Lilouise

When u hear your friend john talking shit about someone but you’re in church so you tell him to tone it down:

Official silly sign

even with the way it all ended, pete got his freedom, cheeky got a loyal family, maureen got her revenge, and carlos kept the tea from corrupting the city

graffiti discourse is so stupid why the hell would I give a shit if people spraypaint their names or do some cool paintings under a bridge

sorry didn't realize the bridge has to be plain beige concrete. that was a load bearing plain beige concrete if anyone tags it the whole bridge collapses

there was graffiti on an overpass on my drive to work saying "melt ice" and then it got painted over. 0/10 i preferred their "melt ice" to your black censor bar

Those who think that wisdom and whimsy are mutually exclusive have neither. It's vitally important to do the right thing when the consequences are dire, and to do a whole bunch of utterly frivolous silly dumb shit when it doesn't matter what you do.

Often, the wise thing must be disguised as silly frivolous dumb shit in order to actually work

Nobody's going to let you do anything if they think it's actually going to work.

Official joy and whimsy post

the holy fool is only serious about what matters. And they may have a radically different idea of what matters

if you're in the top .01% of an artist's lsisteners on spotify they should come to your house and make sweet love to you

they want you to make fried rice

who is "they"

the wok left

how am I supposed to make fried rice if the wok left

skillet issue

“don’t take it personally” how would you like me to take it then? professionally? romantically? academically?

wish I knew what my brain was broken for...I don't need to earn money to prove my worth but I do still feel obliged to help people somehow...

Gods only know how I coerced him, this far exceeds being escorted on a simple afternoon stroll. My knees are pressed heavily into the grass as I kneel. He sits nearby, helmet discarded on its plush bedding. There's a comfortable silence we share, filled only with bird song and breeze. Over, under, over, under, my hands work meticulously to braid spring ephemerals. "There. That shall suffice." I shuffle towards him, delicately placing the floral crown atop his soft curls. "There now, thou art adorned as I am... it suits thee dearly." He returns a gentle smile in kind, "Thank you, your Majesty." I can't help but wonder if this is what heaven feels like.

When faramir says "I don't love the sword for its sharpness or the warrior for his glory, I love only that which they defend" he was telling Eowyn that he doesn't love her for her ability to fight. The only thing her society valued, the only thing she was proud of, is gone when shes wounded and recovering in the Houses of Healing. And faramir tells her he doesn't love her for her usefulness, he loves her for her, even when she feels completely useless. Hope this helps

additionally, this is because he never felt good enough growing up (even though he's pretty good at lots of things) so he wants Eowyn to be loved for herself and not her skills, the same way he wants to be loved