He doesn’t like me. It sucks. I’m sad. So universe send me a long haired punk boy? Thanks c:
I don’t know what’s the matter with me, why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.
If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
— J.R.R. Tolkein (via baelaurel)