barduils:women in gothic horror be like “i’m just going to
barduils: im like a religious art piece. grotesque, haunting,
barduils: my cat: *gets a claw caught on my sweater* my cat:
barduils:let’s go girls! *is snatched and carried off by harpies*
barduils: “daydreaming about being a youtube video
barduils: woman in a victorian novel: *develops a fever from
barduils: im what the victorians would call a “vile, ill-tempered
barduils: woman in a victorian novel: *develops a fever from
barduils: every tumblr user moodboard
barduils: im like a religious art piece. grotesque, haunting,
barduils:due to personal reasons i will be faking my death and
barduils: me online: i want to live in the FOREST i want to COMMUNE
barduils: me online: i want to live in the FOREST i want to COMMUNE
barduils:if you see me wandering the windswept moors and highlands
barduils: i’m so sick of having a comprehensible form and
barduils:women in gothic horror be like “i’m just going to
barduils: me, pale, tired and sickly-looking from my iron deficiency
Barduil Headcanon
barduils: women in gothic horror be like “i’m just going
barduils: my cat: *gets a claw caught on my sweater* my cat:
barduils:i hate it when people ask “what’s the stupidest
barduils: scar did nothing wrong, he was just trying to bring
barduils:is there any sight in the world more healing than the
barduils: cishets: pride is for everyone!!1! stop gatekeeping!!
barduils: i dont read film reviews i just see what my gay mutuals
barduils: not to glorify the early years tumblr hellscape but
barduils: me at the club: i cant dance. i dont dance. me 5 drinks
barduils: let’s go girls! *is snatched and carried off by harpies*
barduils: literally anyone else in the lord of the rings: oh
barduils:that wasnt very gay rights of you bro
barduils:i hope someday i’ll get to build a garden with someone
barduils: *unbuttons my shirt to the mid-chest*
barduils: if you see me wandering the windswept moors and highlands
barduils: concept: a fantasy cowboy who rides a dragon instead
barduils: woman in a victorian novel: *develops a fever from
barduils: if you need me i’ll be in the forest, searching