this is the arrow of destiny. reblog this and see what comes up next. this person/saying/thing will have something to do with your future
omfg i got a couple in bed god bless life
last time I reblogged this i got cereal so I can’t wait to see what I get this time
I got the attractive foreign man who got deported last time.
Everyone should wear cute flower crowns??
Teletubbies heaven help meSHIRTLESS RYAN GOSLING. SHIRTLESS RYAN GOSLING.
“i only sleep with girls im in love with” ohkay
all monster are inside us ok?
gUYS I GOT THE PHOTO OF TROYE AT THE STEAMYS
There was something to be said for people not knowing his real name.
How he loved press interviews. Loved the spotlight. A new mask for each day. Sometimes the dark brooding lost man-boy. Sometimes the wild, untameable hedonist. Sometimes burning through the night sky, living fast and loose but searching, searching for something. Sometimes the brokenhearted soul, looking for The One. Sometimes the angry young man, desperately trying to push his fist in the face of The Establishment. Sometimes the world-weary cynic looking for a place to lie down and rest and forget. Sometimes haunted, trying to escape a dark secret.
Loved the flashing lights capturing new faces, different facets, rarely the same mask. So many different people - who could tell when he dropped the mask and showed his real self?
All a magnificent game, an elaborate prank. The Great Big Wrock and Wroll Swindle.
But pranking, after all, ran in his blood. The province of his father, his uncles. His brother’s specialty. And he had outstripped them all.
His prank? He had the wizarding world eating from the palm of his hand. Had them hanging on his every word - Tommy Foxx, wrockstar and genius extraordinaire. He had played them all. Played them like the strings on his guitar. Swindled them. A Gryffindor’s child they called him - and he smiled and leapt about wildly on stage like they expected him to, never once showing them the tie that lay buried away at the bottom of his trunk. So little did they know.
If only they knew.
But they would never know. No one would know how he had tricked them all. Played the greatest prank of them all.
(None, that is, except one wizened old elf.)
Then what was the use of bringing us to this accursed spot?" cried Boromir, glancing back with a shudder at the dark water. "You told us that you had once passed through the Mines. How could that be, if you did not know how to enter?"
(…) “You may ask what is the use of my deeds when they are proved useless. As for your other question: do you doubt my tale? Or have you no wits left? I did not enter this way. I came from the East.
The Fellowship Of The Ring/A Journey In The Dark, page 399.
The reason why Boromir and Gandalf (and later Aragorn) argue all the time is actually because they are the mother and father of the fellowship.(via boromirweek)