my mother always told me to look death in the face
(via riddlemehiddle)
❞We were Romantics. We didn’t just read poetry, we let it drip from our tongues. Spirits soared, women swooned and gods were created.
(via pavelprotasov)
My favourite Barricade Boy (outside Enjolras) is probably Combeferre or Feuilly.
My favourite Barricade Boy inside Enjolras is Grantaire.
Is Tumblr’s goal to get me to choke on food tonight?
the-angels-have-the-barricade:
The law insisted that I must. I’m so sorry.
(via hiddlestalker)
“Save him, Doctor… Save him like you saved me from drinking myself to death.”