the brick is a les mystery

no offense but like... in revolutionary school, as vicious as musain rule, i got my feelings bruised by the leader in red. And i propped the bar as he told me, "R, you're good for nothing, fool." And i heard every word that he said.

Not now kitten, daddy's trying to drag his stupid fucking half-dead son-in-law through the sewers

dont care + didnt ask + you know nothing of Javert + I was born inside a jail + I was born with scum like you + I am from the gutter too

the longer I exist in this current iteration of the world, the more I'm like, "you know, maybe Victor Hugo was right narratively speaking. Maybe you do have to occasionally write a chapter long extended metaphor. Stop. Turn to face the audience. Tell them in no uncertain terms exactly what the metaphor means. Explains it is society. Society is the metaphor. Do you understand. Do you get it is a metaphor about society. The one that you live in. Okay, now back to the plot."

Behind every gay person (Enjolras) is an even more sinister, evil gay person (Combeferre)

happy "let me sleep here- until i die" day to those who celebrate

Les Misérables fans I have to issue an apology for not taking you on your word about Enjolras and Grantaire, as I have now read both of their introductions and I can safely say that was some of the gayest shit I have ever read in my life. I figured you were onto something but man, right off the bat. Just jaw-droppingly homosexual.

le miserable. there's just one of him