Hey lovelies I’ve managed to get access to this blog again via my suuuuper old and battered tablet. I had to make a new blog last year and I’m a right bitter old cow about it.
I know I don’t have 90% of you there so please please do follow me again!
URL is very similar to this one just with 3 hyphens instead of one ( @iwant—tobelieve )
I miss you all and I can’t remember URLs for shit I’m sorry!
NEW BLOG DEETS!
Oh HI GUYS LONG TIME NO SPEAK. I’ve been locked out of this blog for over a year now and followed a few people whos urls I could remember but I just managed to gain access through my old and very slow phone. if you’re interested in following me still / remember who I am, my new url is www.iwant—tobelieve.tumblr.com Follow me again and lets catch up! (Previously known as Emmy, now back to reclaiming my name as Amy)
NEW BLOG DEETS!
Oh HI GUYS LONG TIME NO SPEAK. I’ve been locked out of this blog for over a year now and followed a few people whos urls I could remember but I just managed to gain access through my old and very slow phone. if you’re interested in following me still / remember who I am, my new url is www.iwant—tobelieve.tumblr.com Follow me again and lets catch up! (Previously known as Emmy, now back to reclaiming my name as Amy)
left at 2:45, arrived at 3:15, sat in the car for 15 minutes so it wouldn’t be weird
It’s me
“It’s funny. I still feel like a little girl . I’m still looking around to check and see what other people are doing to make sure I’m not completely different; I’m still looking around for help, hoping for a quick nudge and a whisper of advice. But I can’t seem to be able to catch anybody’s eye. Nobody else around me seems to be looking around and wondering what to do. Why is it that I feel like I’m the only person who is confused and concerned about the choices I’ve made and where I’m headed?”
– Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie
(via dark-splendor)
Be at peace, son of Gondor.
I hate when I smile at a stranger and they don’t smile back I’m doing this for you fucker
Just wanna find someone I vibe with and that won’t fuck me over or get tired of me
Samwise Gamgee // The Lord of the Rings : The Return of the King
It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.