delusions of grandeur

Text: congrats on the failure babe, most people don't even try

If you bring your speakers and play music in a public place (the beach, a hiking trail) I want you know that I hate you. I despise you. I hope your speaker dies a terrible, fiery death.

today i am thinking about the eight bullets that kill enjolras, and how i always see people saying they represent his eight friends to die at the barricade, but when i first read his death what came to my mind was the eight men to escape the barricade alive: valjean, marius, javert, and the five men who are given the national guard uniforms. i think of those eight bullets being meant for those eight men, and enjolras taking them all. he did not change the world in the way he meant, but he changed the world for eight men, and that has to be enough.

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