I've finished rewatching Les Miserables 2012. Yes, again.
Emotional damage: 10000%
I need cuddles. And blanket, and somebody who can constantly repeat "your lovely revolutionares are alright, no need to cry, sweetheart, just Grantaire put the bottle down, Courfeyrac takes the watch, Marius rests and everybody keep the faith."
I convinced my friend to watch it with me and now I feel guilty for her new trauma (it was a mistake, cause she is enormously empathetic)
I'm writing this at 5am so don't blame me for being top emotional
Les Amis de l'ABC are forever in my heart
















