Jötunheimr is my home

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All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,The crownless again shall be king.
—J.R.R. Tolkien

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

—J.R.R. Tolkien

(Source: minivandadclub, via wickedwitchoflofaf)

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amorphinetoast:

The year is 2052 and Hannibal is in his death bed. He motions Crawford to come closer. He whispers: “I’m the Chesapeake Ripper…”
He passes on.
Crawford cries a single tear. He says: “He was the greatest Cheese Cake Flipper I ever knew…”

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