Shellbo Baggins
Need.

Need.

I don’t know exactly how, but I was able to see this coming from day 1. You know, just had a hunch that he’d turn out to be the most attractive guy in the series.Oh, how I love it when I’m right.

I don’t know exactly how, but I was able to see this coming from day 1. You know, just had a hunch that he’d turn out to be the most attractive guy in the series.
Oh, how I love it when I’m right.

That moment when you’re playing hide and seek and they’re about to find you.

I hate how ignorant so many people of today’s generation are when it comes to instrumental music. I feel like hardly anyone truly gives it a fair chance, you know? To me, nothing compares to its majesty. The dramatic crescendos here and there, the frightful impacts of a cymbal or soft, soothing whispers of a woodwind…the triumphant fanfares of horns or mournful cries of a violin… It’s all so perfect. It speaks in a way lyrical music can’t, in a silent, abstract (and even mysterious) way – a way many people will never fully understand. Something about the whining of that string or the depth of that chord – SOMETHING about it – just connects with a part of us that doesn’t exist in the physical world. Maybe it’s because no two people will ever interpret the same song identically, much like how fingerprints will all slightly vary from one another. Everyone paints a different picture or feels a different pain. Silly to say, it’s almost as if certain songs were written for us personally…it’s almost as if they understand. As if they’re surrounding us, raising and saving us. It’s an intimacy that’s impossible to describe, and although the music has the supremacy to love us, heal us, and even torture and break us, in the end there is only bliss. For some reason I will never truly understand, it excites me. It strengthens me. It consumes me in a way nothing else can, bringing me tears one moment and stitching my heart the next. So natural and soulful… The bells force me to search a bit, go deeper. To discover, imagine, sense and LIVE. It’s a gift, really…one that so many unfortunate souls take for granted and overlook. Their loss, I suppose. Haha.

What/who should Chelsee and I dress as when we go see The Hobbit?

Hmm… You should definitely be Gandalf. That’d be awesome. And Chelsee… She should be Bilbo! Or a dwarf :D It’d be adorable either way.

Man…

I must be such a lame person to follow. All I really post about are geeky things and guys I find attractive. I wouldn’t follow me…well, actually…I guess I would because I’d like everything I posted… Yeah. I’m awesome.

luckyredundies:

yes hi i’d like to dedicate this post to shellby because of reasons

Chelsee, I feel like you and I have been doing the same exact thing for the past few minutes of our lives…

luckyredundies:

yes hi i’d like to dedicate this post to shellby because of reasons

Chelsee, I feel like you and I have been doing the same exact thing for the past few minutes of our lives…

There’s just something about him.

There’s just something about him.

:’) Something that gives me the strangest sense of my childhood…

:’) Something that gives me the strangest sense of my childhood…

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,One for the Dark Lord on his dark throneIn the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind themIn the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

Stay strong, Shellby.

Stay strong.

“I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up.”
I’m in love with this guy.No, not Leonardo DiCaprio. Jack Dawson. :’)

“I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up.”

I’m in love with this guy.
No, not Leonardo DiCaprio. Jack Dawson. :’)