Indie & Selective
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In the Music, she took little part. But listened intently until the end.

All her love is mingled with ᴩɪᴛy.
For she is the mighty who cries for all the unjust and terrible things that happen in the world, but she is also the one that teaches endurance and wisdom through adversity.

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headcanon

“_{Live today.
Not yesterday.
Not tomorrow.
Just today.
Inhabit your moments.
Don’t rent them out to tomorrow.}” — Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl  (via constantquibbling)

faramireowyn:

Valar with flowers.

asskicker-grimes:

                                    _{I {LIED} when I said
                                                                 ❝ It didn’t hurt.❞}

                                         _{all your stormy words have barely broken
                                                    & you sound like thunder
                                               though you’ve { barely } spoken
                                                     it looks like ʀᴀɪɴ tonight
                                                                                       – thank God.}

                                                            _{a clear sky just
                                                      wouldn’t ｆｅｅｌ right}

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sycamoreleaf:

Flower Crown Nienna! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ I tried a more estern look without being overly specific with the style of make up, mostly because lands of contemplation and moral values and inner peace (or they should be) and I tend to associate Nienna with all those things.

faramircaptainofgondor:

minimalist tolkien
→ sauron (for mia)

            _{to venture beyond her halls was folly, for she was naive and inherently unable to bring herself to harm others. it was within her power to kill, rip and render flesh. reshape a being as she saw fit — with force, if it was what she desired. but Nienna innately had no urge for such things. found herself incapable of even the thought of it.}

            _{had she been mortal, she would be dead. knives had created both clean and jagged cuts through porcelain white skin. she could not bring herself to hate the group of humans that had attempted to harm her. she had seen circumstances that caused their desperation. kindly explaining the situation did nothing — and as she has so often seen it, kindness can be returned with animosity.}

           _{and it was. they wanted to be scorned for their deeds. cursed with her last breath. she did  none of those things for she was incapable of those thoughts in the first place.}

                                                _{No —}

                                                         _{instead she thought how painfully sad it must be to disdain yourself so much that you seek hatred. so many were like that. so close to her understanding but she could never wrap her mind around them.}

           _{she was simple. no experiences she had could change her way of thinking. a fool, but a kind fool. though she wept now her tears were not for herself. they rolled down pallid cheeks, and as they did her wounds began to close. even with her obvious disheveled state she had no intention of giving him a true answer. their guilt was punishment enough. she pressed her palms to her cheeks, wiping away the wet trails on her cheeks.}

                             _{« Physical wounds matter very little.. you know that.»}