Sorry that I’m not sorry, but pretty much anyone who knows me knows I think Tolkien’s use of literary detail is tiresome; I don’t care about the tapestry in _____ village nor do I want a 15 page long detail on trees in forests.
Sure he did it for purpose and good reason. But I got bored. I watched the movies and they’re good, but I still wouldn’t want to watch them again.
I could not agree more with this.
Tolkien is marvelous at detail and imagery, but I always felt like LotR was lacking a literary gravity found in other fantasy.
There’s a reason these books have never been as popular as Harry Potter or The Chronicles of Narnia; they’re not interesting.
“So now, whenever anyone asks me why I don’t have a boyfriend, I say, ‘Hey, have you tried Nutella? That chocolate and hazelnut spread?’ A jar of that, a loaf of white bread, a box of wine—that’s a weekend right there.”—Debra DiGiovanni
“How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head. You just think that things will stay the way they are. You never look up, in a moment that feels like every other moment of your life, and think, ‘Soon this will all be over’.”—Nina Lacour, Hold Still
The internet has allowed all of us to stalk each other with unprecedented ease, but always remember that what is stated on someone’s personal blog is a personal opinion—it isn’t filtered or watered down for your own satisfaction.
A former classmate of mine consistently checks my blog and/or inconspicuously follows me.
Hi. Can you please find something better to do? Unfriending me on Facebook wasn’t the crushing blow you most likely expected.
Seriously. Get off my page and get off your high horse.
Last night, I had a dream that my mother owned a Victorian mansion and we had a graduation party in the backyard and I was too scared to go out and say hello to anyone, so I took a gigantic blue barell and filled it with sugar-free strawberry-kiwi Jell-O, and the ceiling of our kitchen was collapsing so some debris got in the Jell-O. And I dragged the barell out there and forced my classmates to eat it and said, “THAT’S WHAT YOU DESERVE.”
‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.
Literally in tears incapable of recovering laughing so hard I can’t breathe yet I’m so horrified at the same omG help me, help me
I love how much your followers hate you.
Also, I feel like the fallout just started in my brain. I started seeing the dire horribleness of the situation and I can barely hold on to reality. Just shuddering in my head at the thought of everything I will never sleep again can I just die in this chair right now what is the point of everything if i can’t bleach my eyes.
Reblogging b/c Brain Bleach. STACEY PLEASE COME HOLD ME
LET’S ALL STOP COMING ON TO TUMBLR AND JUDGING EACH OTHER, OKAY CAUSE I DON’T KNOW YOU I JUST KNOW A BLOG WITH PICTURES OF CATS AND VIDEOS FROM BETHEL AND SAD RANTS AND ANGRY REBUTTALS AND THESE THINGS HAPPEN AND YOU ARE MY BROTHER AND MY SISTER AND I KNOW YOU’RE REALLY LOVED BY GOD SO LET’S LET GO OF WHAT IS MOST LIKELY A MISCONCEPTION CAUSE WE ALL GOT OUR JUNK BUT WE ALL GOT SOME GOOD STUFF, BY THE GRACE OF GOD AND I BET YOU CAN LIKE ME AND I CAN LIKE YOU, OKAY
I was running my usual trail when I slipped on a patch of gravel while going downhill, about halfway through the run. I twisted my ankle and rolled into the weeds, immediately feeling a blinding pain. Obviously I had actually injured myself and this was the one time I didn’t bring my phone with me.
The worst part was, nobody was coming on the trail behind me. I was the last car in the parking lot and the trailhead was going to be locked in ten minutes.
I had to run the rest of the way, sort of hopping for most of it, while wondering if I was even going to live to see my grandchildren.