Tag: heh

sofuckingchuffed:

Do you ever just get scared by your own mind/thoughts/feelings?

Like

I just

???

I feel like I don’t care about real life. Only fiction. Fiction is easy. Fiction is controlled and predictable and, most importantly, not real. It can’t hurt me. Not really.

But idk.

I just feel nothing in relation to everything real and that kinda scares the shit outta me.

ceescedasticity:

elanorpam:

ceescedasticity:

tanoraqui:

ceescedasticity:

Aha!

I just figured out that when people complain about Tolkien’s elves being too perfect, they are talking about them being almost universally pretty, strong, agile, fast, good singing voices, usually skilled in at least one art form (broadly interpreted), etc. etc. etc.

Whereas I’m looking at how many of them do not even REMOTELY have their act together, and how they continually get themselves into (or sometimes are put into by circumstances beyond their control) situations where being pretty and strong and agile and so on just isn’t good enough. So they fail.

And – to me – failure is INCOMPATIBLE with perfection. It may be ACCEPTABLE, it may even be unavoidable, but it rules out perfection. Ergo, elves are not perfect.

I wonder if this says more about the way I see elves or the way I see perfection?

I think it says more about your perception of Tolkien’s elves. You understand that they may be more or less physically perfect – agile, beautiful, artistic, etc. But you also appreciate their pride, avarice, vengeance, sheer bullheadedness and snobbery.

Recklessness, fecklessness, self-centeredness, questionable prioritization abilities, obsessiveness…

…dumbshittery, assholishness

It’s not that they don’t HAVE good points but they spend SO MUCH TIME being

I was going to say “failboats” but I had better not, as boats are potentially a DELICATE SUBJECT.

thedisreputabledog:

realrobertpattinson:

hey if you teach your parrot to say ‘parrot’ it’s probably as close as you’ll get to owning a pokemon

My brother tells a story about his roommate’s parrot, that everyone who came to the house would say “you’re a bird!” to it so the bird would repeat the phrase back, no big. Until one day my brother was alone in the house with it and heard it say, very quietly, “I’m a bird.” My brother almost dropped a plate.

transpeter:

remember when you were a kid and you’d be reading history books or something and you’d see that someone was born in the 1890s and they seemed EXTRA OLD because they were born in the 1800s, and they were born at the very end of the 1800s but it still made them seem that much more ancient. like you could see someone born on december 31, 1899 and to you they seemed older than they would’ve if they had been born january 1, 1900

anyways today i was at my baby cousin’s house and he’s like 4 years old, and he asked when my birthday was and i said september 13, 1995 and he was like “wow you’re old” and i said i was only 22 and he said “but…1995. that’s OLD!!” and god…. i was born in the 1900s and the generation of kids who find that inherently old are being born. i knew it would happen but god it was a weird feeling.