the way to my heart is through well-written fanfiction
You are the face of this
r e v o l u t i o n.
"so what are you being for halloween?"
"I can’t believe you’re being the same thing you were last halloween"
Can you hear that? It’s my HEART breaking into thousand pieces.
The man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords.
Enjolras ceased. His virgin lips closed; and he remained for some time standing on the spot where he had shed blood, in marble immobility. His staring eye caused those about him to speak in low tones.
Jean Prouvaire and Combeferre pressed each other’s hands silently, and, leaning against each other in an angle of the barricade, they watched with an admiration in which there was some compassion, that grave young man, executioner and priest, composed of light, like crystal, and also of rock.