personally if i’m out walking and smell laundry or someone else’s cooking or campfire i immediately get hit with a wave of nearly overwhelming comfort. on account of the joie de vivre

Rice Krispies smartest decision is by far their Treat. Turning their cereal into a strange brick relies on the natural fact that all children are hopelessly dependent upon the ingot.

taylor swift fans are so scary it's like i'm in the truman show. watching taylor swift fans talk about how she soo gets neurospicy mental illness grippy sock vacation is exactly how truman felt when his wife started advertising coffee or something to nobody in particular

i'm in a heavy-handed indie game about consumerism and taylor swift fans are walking around saying "i love Food Restaurant! Food Restaurant so gets me!" meanwhile food restaurant looks like this:

reblog to cast level 5 spell: everyone who reads this gets a full night sleep

it's nice to know that "...bitch??" is a universal emotion

i love being a hater of media that i’ve never seen or listened to. no i will not give it a chance. it’s called listening to my heart

Tolkien started rewriting the Hobbit in the style of LotR, but what I really want is the Silmarillion in the style of the Hobbit. 

In a hole in the fabric of the universe there lived a god. 

Now, this was not one of those minor gods of bedtime stories or petty wars for heaven; this was the One God, all-loving and all-knowing, who created the world – only he hadn’t created the world just yet, which is why he was sitting in a hole in the fabric of the universe.

PLEASE GO ON

“A Silmaril! If you had heard only a quarter of what I have heard about them, and I have only heard very little of all there is to hear, you would be prepared for any sort of remarkable tragedy. Oaths and kinslaying sprouted up all over the place wherever they went, in the most extraordinary fashion.”

“This is a story of how the children of Húrin had an adventure, and found themselves doing and saying things altogether unexpected.”

“The killing of the Beleg Strongbow, by his own sword in the dark of Taur-nu-Fuin, made a great difference to Mr. Turambar. He felt a different person, and much more full of madness and despair, as he fled into the darkness and chose a new name- Agarwaen.”

“Morgoth came forth far quicker than Fingolfin had expected. He was frightfully angry. Quite apart from the challenge, no Maia ever likes being called one whom earth and heaven abhors, and of course monstruous craven lord is insulting to anybody.”

“Then something Fëanor-ish woke up inside of his sons, and they wished to go and lay claim to the Silmaril, and to throw down Dior son of Beren, and raid the gold-filled caves of Doriath, and go kinslaying again.”

… this… is…ridiculous, and I love it.

Sam and Frodo, realizing their friends are being eaten by an evil tree: Panic! Terror! Despair! Helplessly running around screaming! Is there no one to save us?! Is there no one to come to our aid?!

Tom Bombadil:

every time I see this I get emotional. kermit....

look how he's nestled in there...

reblog for easter

forget april fools day its almost time for the best video on this entire fuckin planet

sunglasses. no sun. it’s cloudy: overcast. 

Holiday tradition

Ilia fucking Malinin’s world record breaking free skate

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