oh wow this text post looks good, if only it wasnt full of cissexism
partly inspired by those over-sized jumper grantaire pictures that were going around and partly inspired by jason mraz and the fact that miss summer
i ship grantaire and awful clothes
Sint-Pauluskerk Antwerpen Belgium.
do you think that enjolras noticed grantaire sleeping at the table before the soldiers rushed in, and thought grantaire was dead
imagine his realization that grantaire, the one who’d wanted no part in the revolution, had died just like the others - it was me who sent him off to sleep - what if i hadn’t? what if i’d told him to go home instead? would he have survived? what if what if what if
and imagine that moment of sheer relief when grantaire stands up and enjolras realizes that it’s going to be all right, that he won’t be alone
WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME UNDER MY WINGS UPDATED
courfeyrac calls combeferre “four-eyes” until combeferre eventually starts signing all his texts and emails and letters to him as
yours truly, ::)
You are incredible. Really. That poem is amazing.
wow thank you so much!!