I don’t even know what he’s so pissed off about, but there you go.

[x] 

butiwouldntwanttolivethere:

Pel Amar vinya-onant 
Feä raniel vilyadessë sira 

Lindelë sama calad 
Oloriello illuvë onant 
Ëa 

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Around the new-born world 
Wandering spirit flows in the wind 

Music joins light 
All is born from a dream 
Let it be

…so this is what I’ve been doing with my life for the past hour and a half.

Now I’m going to go eat, damn it. But sdjklfhaljdh god I love this language. Aaaaaugh. I just have absolutely terrible handwriting…gonna have to work on that…

Should probably post this here as well…does that count as art?

Do you swear on your life

That no one will cry

At my funeral?

[x]

butiwouldntwanttolivethere:

I look ahead to all the plans that we made
And the dreams that we had
I’m in a world that tries to take them away—
Oh, but I’m taking them back!

‘Cos all this time, I’ve just been too blind to understand
What should matter to me:
My friends, this life we live, it’s not what we have—
It’s what we believe in!

It’s not my time! I’m not going!
There’s a fear in me, but it’s not showing!
This could be the end of me
And everything I know…

Oh, but it’s not my time! I’m not going!
There’s a will in me, and now I know that
This could be the end of me
And everything I know…
Oh, but I won’t go!

~It’s Not My Time, Three Doors Down

So…I forgot this is also technically my art blog too?

I was attempting to practice female bodies. The problem is, I made the mistake of listening to The Condescension Song at the same time. Whoops.