make me choose: anon asked american idiot or dookie

url graphics: leeeeeeeeeegooooooooolaaaaaaaaas

what shall we die for?

eowyns:

the pines were roaring on the height,

the winds were moaning in the night… 

insp (x)

The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep. One last time.

No net ensnares me

there’s no more stars.

insp

theelfstone:

hay guys i would be eternally grateful if you just clicked on this link you don’t have to read it or anything, it’s just that we want to get this site hits so that the company will be better known

or you could totally just ignore this completely, it’s up to you! :) thanks in advance though

this is the hour of the shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and councils of the great

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