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How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?

Richard Siken, Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light (via archaeologicals)

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« I came to reclaim something of mine. »

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                “Reclaim?” The word stung, threading between his teeth in a sharp hiss as he regarded the elf, head canting up a slice to land his vision on the other. Him. He should not be back, though Nakt had the least amount of room to even entertain the idea of questioning whatever happened in the Halls of Mandos. That was part of a grace he had long fell from–and perhaps why the urku pushed on to survive, because he did not want to face a lack of judgment himself. Or, worse, to have to face that fate after all. Something meshed between scoff and snort was uttered, and the urku turned his attention ahead once more. “You have been long dead. The world has moved on.”     Moved on, he said, and yet it felt like it did nothing but wind back upon itself time and time again. Moved on, he reassured none other more than himself, or else he would need to recognize the cyclical fate that would have him fall prey to that darkness in his heart over and over.               “Whatever’s worth reclaiming is long dead too.”

#curufinwefeanaro #ｘ | answered #( seen here: absolute sunshine and rainbows clearly ) #( nakt dont antagonize the v scary elf ) #( *rust voice* time is a fLAT CIRCLE)

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“You cannot see what you have become.” [ - mxthal orcmama ]

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     The initial reflex was distaste, the curdling sensation of bitterness against his tongue at words inferring a to what he is. He was woven with hatred, the fibers of his being darkened and scarred with vitriol. Ire soured the marrow in his bones and blackened his very blood. What he had become was inevitable, it was all consuming, and it was all he would ever know. The urku sucked on his teeth, sickened eyes not daring to look upon the one who had spoken such words--for he cared not what to find there. Whatever he may glean from expression found only add to the festering rot in his joints that wailed and ached for all that he could have been, for a state of being that was beyond the reach of his claws.     “I see it well enough, reflected back in lengths of blades and mirrored upon the surface of armor. I see it well enough.” The words rumbled out in a growl, the guttural sound of it as harsh as the ache in his chest--was that fury or sorrow? “I have become powerful and wretched. I have become horrid and strong. I have become the beginning, at fault for such shadow and to be praised for the havoc it brings. I have become more.”

#ｘ | answered #mxthal #( B) heavy serving of self loathing in response to orcmama ) #( *archer voice* MOTHER )

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“If this is love, I do not want it.” “Tea is at Four.” “Don’t bother knocking.” “He may be my King, but he does not command my heart.” “Go back to your books, your fireplace. Plant your trees, watch them grow. If more of us valued home above gold, it would be a merrier world.” “Will you follow me, one last time?” “Will you have peace or war?” “I will have war.” “Could you tell the others I said goodbye?” “You’ll never make it!” “It’s out of the question! I won’t allow it!” “You started this… you will forgive me if I finish it!” “You have but one question to answer: How shall this day end?” “I will not hide, when others fight our battles for us.” “You cannot see what you have become.” “No, thank you! We don’t want any more visitors, well-wishers, or distant relations!” “You brought upon them only ruin and death.” “I came to reclaim something of mine.” “When faced with death, what can anyone do?” “You gave a promise.” “But you are really just a little fellow, in a wide world.” “You should have stayed dead.” “You sit here, in these vast halls, with a crown upon your head and yet you are lesser now than you have ever been.” “Good morning. I see we’re in a bit of a crowd, so if you’d just accept my proposition to… SHOVE OFF!” “Poor souls.”

The Hobbit: Battle of Five Armies Movie Quotes Starters

#ｘ | meme #( stares into the sun ) #( actual writing?? things?? since my aesthetic queue is empty )

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what am I now? i am as old as the stars, but even they do not recognize me.

i didn’t think this was how a fairytale would end (m.m.)

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I ate civilization. It poisoned me; I was defiled. And then,“ he added in a lower tone, "I ate my own wickedness.

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via remnantsofapoet)

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First of all, wow. I never, ever thought that this blog would ever have this many followers. I started this blog on sort of a whim 2+ years ago, and through those years, Legolas has grown and his world has grown and it’s all thanks to you lovely people who i’ve been able to interact with throughout this journey, who have encouraged me and inspired me to spread my wings. Thank you so much guys, you’re all amazing! xoxo

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The main thing, when a sword cuts into one’s soul, is to keep a calm gaze, lose no blood, accept the coldness of the sword with the coldness of a stone. By means of the stab, after the stab, become invulnerable.

Franz Kafka - from The Blue Octavo Notebooks (via watchoutforintellect)

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If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.

Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (via wordsnquotes)

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jamesjeffers:

sǣkonungr 

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Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, like the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl?

Some Questions You Might Ask by Mary Oliver (via wellconstructedsentences)

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tawarwen:

urkku

Something had changed.

Her forest was less bright now that Melian had gone away and the Girdle gone. The nightengales no longer sang their lovely little tunes, nor could Nellas find them, no matter how far and wide she’d searched. All the way to Nan Elmoth she’d traveled, but none could be seen nor heard there, either. That forest had too changed. The magic that had once wrapped itself around every rock and tree seemed to have disappeared. Though that was hardly the least of her worries.

A heaviness hung about her woods. Something foul crept beneath the canopies, and left a dark stain on her beloved trees. They were anxious, they were restless. What Mablung had once feared was now coming to fruition. Yet he was not hear to protect her now. Mablung was dead, and so was Beleg, and her people cursed the day Túrin stepped foot within these lands.

Nellas was alone now. Her grandmother had returned to Ossiriand with her people, or perhaps they had gone further east. Which was why the dark clad figure in the distance set her ill at ease.

“—Who goes there?”

     It was weary, living between the Black and White that sketched out the world, and it brewed a righteous anger within the bit of the creature’s belly. He hated, at times so overwhelmingly that that was all he could see, the experience of it drowning out all sound but the furious beat of his pulse. His heart was a muscle that did little else but fuel that hate, despite the attempts to reason with it with such treason that etched their intentions on his very bones. His marrow was soured with it, curdled into something twisted, and that was something he was already far past ever fixing.      Weariness, now, was wrapped in guilt and confidence, the perplexing blend of assurance and shame that colored the urku dark among all the light in the world. It burned, that light did, which spoke on volumes he wouldn’t ever recognize for a grand length of time. Yellowed eyes were downcast, looking at the black that had dried on his hands. A grimace bore his teeth, the slight hiss of an intake of breath cutting the silence he kept around him as he reached for the fabric of his cloak to scrub away at the remnants. The blood was not his own—but wasn’t it? Was not his very blood running in the veins of too many of those vicious kin of his? Wasn’t it his tainted life that coursed through them? It was merely a kinslaying of a different sort, as it not?      Shame was interrupted by the words, and too-quickly his attention diverted to company he should have been more aware of. Anger frothed, that grimace morphing more into snarl.                “’Who’ is none of your concern.”

#tawarwen #v | ʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ and red in claw #( nakt that is rood )

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