#please work?

"Would I ever act with such cruel intent?" Grantaire retorted, his expression far too smug for the words to come out as offended as he'd intended them. He shivered lightly, feeling the cold weather that clung to him from outside now that he was stood still and only half-dressed, and stole another kiss before pulling back to pluck a blanket off the bed and wrap it around himself. "If I did, could you blame me? It is small revenge, given that your even blankets offer themselves as warmer lovers than you. A blanket would provide a longer life besides, and I dare say my family would be better impressed were I to seek the affections of a blanket, too, although then I would leave some other poor soul to offer their disappointment instead of mine being so cheerfully delivered. Speaking of cheerful delivery, or rather a lack thereof, you should probably know that you have both the commendation and the damnation of my father. It's nothing personal, rather a long-standing promise; he has no idea you exist! Ah, I forgot, I promised you a story!" He paused to consider for a moment before continuing. "I don't have one to mind. Nothing remotely interesting happened, not even so far that it could be stretched into a good story. How dull is the world! I am bored by it! Constantly I am promised by your disciples or those of the King that we are on the brink of change, mankind charging into the light of the future, and constantly I am disappointed by your lies! Mankind is incapable of change! The poor starve, the rich grow fat, we're born to die, a man overlooks his own fortune to envy that of his neighbour or laugh at that of those below him, exactly as it has been since the beginning of time and exactly as it will be at the end of time. Mankind sickens me! You scream for freedom, yet fail to point me at a man who is truly free, not dragged down by the hands below him or pushed by those above. Is this the truth of God? Is he free of our disgusting cycle? Of course he isn't! He sits on top of the heap to help push us all down! Ah, mankind, the chain it beats is attached only to itself! And yet still it howls and screams and pounds the ground, demanding someone run themselves ragged sourcing and retrieving the key on a silver platter. When the poor bastard brings the wretched key, it only throws the whole mission back in his face and demands a gold platter for presentation next time! To hell with mankind!"

Everytime I open my Twitter app it shuts down again... I hope, my phone is just acting weird again because it's been running for too long and turning it off and on will solve the problem.

I stayed up till seven am listening to wait for you by Atreyu and contemplating my life decisions ugghhhh and now I'm in class