Welcome, Master Baggins, to the company of Thorin Oakenshield.
A Poem From The Doctor
"What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one." -Sandra Cisneros, "Eleven"
Oh no this is super adorable
I finally stopped to take a closer look at this and oh my GOD this is amazing.
jfc then water would be fire
we would drink fire
we would swim in fire
it would rain fire
you could say we’d
set fire to the rain
He’s a Silent Guardian, A Watchful Protector. A Dark Knight.
"oh my god it’s finally empty."
"THE BED IS FINALLY MINE!! YOU FOOLS ABANDONED THE MOST COMFORTABL-FUCK"