Antique astronomical illustration of the Solar Eclipse as seen from the Moon, 1898.
Just from a visual point of view, tonight’s soup is gonna be much better than the last one #souptime 🍜
is anyone else insecure as hell and seriously worried that no one will ever fall in love with them or is that just a me problem
Worried? More like certain that no one will ever love me
“Myth is not prehistory: it is timeless reality, that repeats itself in history. It is a good sign that our century is finding meaning again in the myths”
— Ernst Jünger “Der Waldgang” (via walpurgishall)
“Last of all Húrin stood alone. Then he cast aside his shield, and seized the axe of an orc-captain and wielded it two-handed; and it is sung that the axe smoked in the black blood of the troll-guard of Gothmog until it withered, and each time that he slew Húrin cried aloud: ‘Aure entuluva! Day shall come again!’ Seventy times he uttered that cry; but they took him at last alive, by the command of Morgoth, who thought thus to do him more evil than by death. Therefore the Orcs grappled Húrin with their hands, which clung to him still, though he hewed off their arms; and ever their numbers were renewed, till he fell buried beneath them.” ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
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Let the last stand of Húrin give you hope. Though the light fades and darkness creeps on, day will come again. It may take longer than you can ever believe, but the promise of light is not in vain.
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This is the third photo in our series on The Children of Húrin by J.R.R. Tolkien. Check our Instastory for how we made it! (at Middle Earth)
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