I have got to stop going through lotr-related tags like an idiot and spending disproportionate amounts of time gazing at every single gifset of Rosie and Sam’s kiss.
But just LOOK AT IT. IT IS THE MOST GENTLE BEAUTIFUL THING.
“It’s Rosie, Rose Cotton”, said Sam. “It seems she didn’t like my going abroad at all, poor lass; but as I hadn’t spoken, she couldn’t say so. And I didn’t speak, because I had a job to do first. But now I have spoken and she says: ‘Well, you’ve wasted a year, so why wait longer?’ ‘Wasted?’ I says. ‘I wouldn’t call it that.’“
Like ¾ of my family is either dead or estranged. A bunch of the rest I barely talk to. I’m pushing 30 and vacillate between crippling existential dread and relaxed, serene apathy on a sometimes hourly basis. So please believe me when I say
Your passive aggressive, internally misogynistic, high school clique, petty, mean girl bullshit is NOT going to upset me. It’s just irritating.
You want to try turning the office against me? They’re not stupid. They can decide for themselves what I’m like. And you want us isolated? Fucking go for it. I’ve been isolated most of my life. I have very few real life friends. You have changed nothing. You have no impact here.
The Paradox Machine 