really wish I too was waking up in the house of elrond at ten o'clock in the morning on october the 24th. if you want to know

damn... he's some stone cold mother fucker huh? kind of a badass... wouldnt want to cross him on a bad day

language is literally sooooo words as fuck

“what are you doing this weekend” i am going to fantasy land. i am hiding under the covers in bed. i am making things up. i am contemplating events that didnt happen. i am talking to fake people. i am listening to my tunes. i am envisioning scenarios

the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped

you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for a nuanced reason