it’s moments like this that I realize that I am the happiest that I could ever be in my entire life because of this industry.
next time you unfollow someone for having a bad day and venting on their blog remember to be perfect for the rest of your life
“Come, Mr. Frodo!” he cried. “I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you and it as well. So up you get! Come on, Mr. Frodo dear! Sam will give you a ride. Just tell him where to go, and he’ll go.”
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The End.
Do you want to come with me? ‘Cause if you do then I should warn you…
‘And there where the White Mountains of Ered Nimrais came to their end he saw, as Gandalf had promised, the dark mass of Mount Mindolluin, the deep purple shadows of its high glens, and its tall face whitening in the rising day. And upon its out-thrust knee was the Guarded City, with its seven walls of stone so strong and old, they they seem to have been not builded but carven by giants out of the bones of the earth.’