Hey guys,

Sorry about being practically dead for 2 months now ha i’m still trying to figure out what to do with this blog (delete/leave) so bear with me okay.
probably just leave it open for now return at the end of the year (you know why).

sorry xoxoxoxo

Hey

I’m gonna be taking a break from tumblr for a while (kind of already am so) and probably wont post, its that time of year where I realize that i’m 19 and not doing anything productive so yeah.
It probably wont be for too long but i need to sort my life out without internet/gaming distractions so i’m cutting them out.

I’ll miss seeing everyone’s reblogs and personal posts though ):

bye

Thorin, unda Thrain

for Wing

"Those who used the Nine Rings became mighty in their day, kings, sorcerers, and warriors of old. They obtained glory and great wealth, yet it turned to their undoing. They had, as it seemed, unending life, yet life became unendurable to them. They could walk, if they would, unseen by all eyes in this world beneath the sun, and they could see things in worlds invisible to mortal men; but too often they beheld only the phantoms and delusions of Sauron." - Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age, The Silmarillion

"Those who used the Nine Rings became mighty in their day, kings, sorcerers, and warriors of old. They obtained glory and great wealth, yet it turned to their undoing. They had, as it seemed, unending life, yet life became unendurable to them. They could walk, if they would, unseen by all eyes in this world beneath the sun, and they could see things in worlds invisible to mortal men; but too often they beheld only the phantoms and delusions of Sauron." - Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age, The Silmarillion

ohsofili:

The Three Hunters.


♕ “I am not the frightened girl you met in Pentos. I have counted only fifteen name days, true… but I am as old as the crones in the dosh khaleen and as young as my dragons, Jorah. I have borne a child, burned a khal, and crossed the red waste and the Dothraki sea. Mine is the blood of the dragon.”

 “I am not the frightened girl you met in Pentos. I have counted only fifteen name days, true… but I am as old as the crones in the dosh khaleen and as young as my dragons, Jorah. I have borne a child, burned a khal, and crossed the red waste and the Dothraki sea. Mine is the blood of the dragon.”

"May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks."