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Tolkien Inspired Music - Never Late or Early...

Hail friends!  We just joined Tumblr for the first time - never later or early, but precisely when we meant to!

We’re in the midst of a crowdfund for our new album - if you are a Tolkien, fantasy, folk rock, celtic or unique music fan - you may enjoy our music.  Checkout the video below to find out more about our adventure & the music!

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“People are inherently terrible” no!!! Have you ever seen a child wait for their friend while they tie their shoelaces? Have you ever known someone who would bring hurt squirrels and rabbits and mice to the nearest vet just so it doesn’t suffer? Have you seen someone grieve? Have you ever read something that hit your heart like a freight train? Have you looked at the stars and felt an unexplainable joy? Have you ever baked bread? Have you shared a meal with a friend? Have you not seen it? All the love? All the good? I know it’s hard to see sometimes, I know there’s pain everywhere. But look, there’s a child helping another up after a hard fall. Look, there’s someone giving their umbrella to a stranger. Look, there’s someone admiring the spring flowers. Look, there’s good, there’s good, there’s good. Look!!!!

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Florence Welch, 2023 🧜🏻‍♀️

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I̶̡̟͓̝̼͇͍͇͛̓̊̂͐͊͋͘ ̴͚͚̱̘͚̊̓͛D̶̫̫̥͎́̓̋̂̍O̴̢̩̩̥͎̅̑Ṇ̷̡̲̣̦͈̝̗̃̽̈́̇̓́T̶̲͖͇̳̰̟̹̈́̔̌͒͗̾̔͝ ̵͔̖̳͈̤͊̀͗̒̂͗͜͝K̷̛̭̬̘̩͑͒̉̓̐͘N̵͕̊̋͊̔O̸͖̫͍̬͋́̐̃͒̕W̶̘̪̦̻͖̃̀̀̉̉̚ ̶̱͎̰̬̙̮̥̲̓́̀̌̈́̔͌̕Ẃ̴͇H̴̛̦̙͍͈̑̂Ạ̵̅͋̓͌͐T̷̼̝̥̖͔̖͝ ̴͙̲͊̃̅Į̷̨̜͎̗̹̭̂͒̀́̆̿Š̷̛͕̤̟̜̍͒͘ ̴̨̧͉͖̣̥̦͜͝Ȓ̶͖̣̗̀̑̎͂E̸͚̗̬̦͑̋͠Á̴̖͚͎̆L̸̘̫̜̐̋̌͊̎́̉̊ ̵͇̝̃̑A̸̡̘̭̰̫͊N̷̹͔͓̤̻̝͒̕Ŷ̶̞̪̘̼̪͕̣́̃̆́M̷̹̍̀́́͐́͂͝Ở̷̭͚͖̬̇͐̌͗͒Ř̴̖̠͙̼̝͙̳̱͗͆̾̎͛̋Ȇ̸̛̫̠̫̘̹͑͆̑̽̉

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seeing things is now available to read

happy halloween, everyone!

if you'll excuse me, it's time for me to have my annual playthrough of world of horror and drink apple cider

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reposting a favorite reddit moment of mine since god knows if ill ever see it again

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we do a little halloween doodling

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So shy

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Blep

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sorry i cant go out tonight my night cream is already on……….

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girl yes

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November mood~

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persimmon relax time

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One of my favorite things about learning about traditional textiles is the little ghosts they left in the language. Of course the ghosts are there, now that I know to look for them. Once upon a time, half the population spent a majority of their day making textiles. Spinning, at the very least, has been a part of humanity since the Neanderthals. That kind of knowledge doesn't just disappear.

A heckle was a device with sharp metal spikes, and people drag flax through the spikes to separate out the fibers from the chaff. When you say someone heckled a performer, you think you are being literal but you're speaking in an ancient metaphor.

When my grandpa says "spinning yarns" to mean telling stories, he knows that one's not quite literal, but its vividness is lost to him. There is no image in his mind of rhythm, muscle memory, and the subtle twist that aligns clouds of fibers into a single, strong cord.

When a fanfic writer describes someone carding their fingers through someone's hair, that's the most discordant in my mind. Carding is rough, and quick, and sometimes messy (my wool is full of debris, even after lots of washing). The teeth of my cards are densely packed and scratchy. But maybe that's my error, not the writer's. Before cards were invented, wool was combed with wide-toothed combs, and sometimes, in point of fact, with fingers. The verb "to card" (from Middle English) may actually be older than the tools I use, archaic as they are. And I say may, because I can't find a definitive history. People forget, even when the language remembers.

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We need more representation for people who have to take a left turn on a busy road