In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe ‘tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey’s end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.J.
|—||J.R.R. Tolkien (via observando)|
I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
why on earth doesn’t this have more notes
I actually had to do this once. She lived.
if you scroll past this on your dash you are absolutely heartless.
Reblog this!! This can save somebody’s life!
do not scroll down.
This friendship is one in a million.
RE: Don’t hang up
Mike: So, I am trying again. I’m not sure what part of my last profile was so hardass teacher WHATEVER, but I am trying again. Sheesh.
What I don’t get is why you aren’t interested in me?
Well, here goes:
I need a straight man. OOooooh! Did I really say that? I did!
I need a guy to be the Abbott to my Costello, a Ricky to my Lucy. You know: my straight man, the one who tosses up a one liner so I can hit it out of the ballpark. I love to play word games—I know you didn’t miss my pun—but it isn’t easy running the show all by myself. Double entendres and friendly banter are more fun in a duet than a solo act. Although I can share the stage, I admit to loving an audience especially if it’s you. You know. You know—The one?
I am curious, generous, and young at heart. I love to dance, sing, play charades. I appreciate nice things in life, but I don’t need things to make me happy. In most ways I am simple and patient; I don’t do drama although I love to go to a play or concert now and then. I can go to the movies alone, but I get tired of talking to myself, discussing the film, after the show. Besides, people look at me funny.
Conversation. I want a conversation with a good man who is funny, attentive, appreciative, and centered. I don’t need flowers or fancy dinners. I really just want conversation. and the rest will be negotiable. Not in dollars. No… O dear. Now, where have I gone?
Let’s leave some things to talk about at coffee, or for a walk on the beach, or over a glass of wine. If you’re curious, clever, and secure, then maybe you recognize a kindred spirit.
Email me but don’t wink. That’s like getting the worst catcall from the ugliest jerk around. Email me. I’m really fun. Get to know me. You’ll either want to know more or run for the hills. Let’s see.
ps. You keep saying to be myself. Who the hell is that and how would you know?
Peter Matthiessen (via theparisreview)
Danny saw beauty in everyone, in stories, in imagination. He was a remarkable boy who loved to think deeply. He would just sit and think. He was a brilliant writer and artist, although his artwork outside of art class was dark and scary. I love everything about him especially that he loved me so much, too. He once told me he really liked me because I thought about things from many sides so he could really explore ideas with me. No one was better at that than he was. He’s the one who knew that I needed to talk to think. Do you think he saw so much beauty because his life was about to be extinguished?
Willa Cather, My Ántonia
Friday Final Lines | Every Friday, we offer the closing lines of a Penguin Classic to finish up the workweek.(via classicpenguin)
I remember hearing Mirel Wagner’s music a few years ago. I was entranced.I bought the album immediately and only played it a few times. Today I can play nothing else.
Whoa, cool and creepy?