YOU BIT INTO ME AND I WASN'T AS SOFT AS YOU EXPECTED; ON PERVERTED LOVE.
i. b. vyache // unknown // isabel allende // dante émile (@orpheuslament) // rainer maria rilke // florence + the machine // unknown // clarice lispector // @ruhlare
{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}
E/R is so funny to me as a ship abbreviation because it’s so non-obvious who it is referring to unless you read the Les Amis sections of Les Miserables pretty closely and remember them in detail, or are already deeply immersed in the fandom. I have never seen anyone refer to it as E/G.
I wonder if any newcomers to the fandom have mistaken it for Enjolras/Republic or Enjolras/Revolution (the only canon Enjolras ships 😆).
—light snow, silence, the empty streets, the fog, thrilling cold-so much beauty. Like breathing pure oxygen.
Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980
missing the way someone used to be is such a restless type of longing. it’s not love or hatred. it’s just forever living with the gap in your life they once filled and won't ever again because they aren't that person anymore
every night I think “wow this might be the night I go to bed early” and every time without fail I fuck it up