The Who - Baba O'Riley


Don’t cry
Don’t raise your eye
It’s only teenage wasteland

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"You’re not the same hobbit you once were."

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spock wallpaper tile for my dads birthday happy birthday dad


spock wallpaper tile for my dads birthday happy birthday dad

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i know it seems like a silly thing to be so upset about but i just feel like the title change undermines the whole story being told in the book? There and Back Again is the tale of bilbo baggins, a hobbit who found that even someone like him- proper, set in his ways, reluctant to move out of a comfort zone- could become a hero, could be capable of a great incredible courage that would prove wrong all the doubters. could be so much MORE than people had ever expected. defying expectations in the best possible way- that’s bilbo’a story. there and back again. a journey to slay a dragon and reclaim a homeland, yes, but also a journey to find himself, to find he was something more than he had ever expected. a journey where a king on his last breaths could acknowledge that the ways of kindness and peace and friendship and family are worth so much more than wealth, than jewels and gold. a story that applies to all of us, a story we should remember.

but to change the title to “the battle of the five armies”? it wipes away all of that, that moral, that fitting title to the story’s conclusion, that reminder that this is the incredible story of one hobbit who never knew he could do all the things he ended up doing. it cheapens everything, dismissing it as “ah yes!!! another fun sword fight in a fantasy setting!!” it makes the focus flashy fight scenes and eradicates the sense of closure. the battle of the five armies is a big part of this section of the story, but there are so many other things that happen that are just as if not more crucial, and suddenly they don’t matter.

the battle is not the most important part. fighting was never the heart of this story. but with this change, i feel like that heart has been shoved under the rug, ignored, and, well… that kind of hurts.

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You may bury my bodydown by the highway sideSo my old evil spiritCan catch a Greyhound bus and ride- Robert Johnson, Me and the Devil Blues


You may bury my body
down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit
Can catch a Greyhound bus and ride

- Robert Johnson, Me and the Devil Blues

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Hemingway and James Joyce were drinking buddies in Paris. Joyce was thin and bespectacled; Hemingway was tall and strapping. When they went out Joyce would get drunk, pick a fight with a bigger guy in the bar and then hide behind Hemingway and yell, “Deal with him, Hemingway. Deal with him.”

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Between this and the story about him reassuring F. Scott Fitzgerald re dick size, I’m developing a picture of Hemingway as the mother hen of the disaffected white male literary set of the early 20th century.

He probably called up Steinbeck sometimes and was like I CAN’T EVEN WITH THESE DIPSHITS and Steinbeck was all “That’s what you get for living in Paris, asshole”.

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José González - Storm


José González | Storm

this love is fading way too fast

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