so sorry for my delayed response to this email, i have been very swamped being a confused and frightened idiot who can’t do basic life tasks like respond to her emails

tags: about me,


do parents feel offended when their kids call themselves ugly like hey those are my genetics you’re talking about


If I ever tell you that I don’t want to do tequila shots off of Aaron Tveit’s abs please realize that I’m a clone and do not trust me.

tags: yep, aaron tveit,

get to know me meme: [4/10] bands/musicians ♫ paramore 
“ and the salt in my wounds isn’t burning anymore than it used to. it’s not that I don’t feel the pain, it’s just I’m not afraid of hurting anymore and the blood in these veins isn’t pumping any less than it ever has… and that’s the hope I have, the only thing I know that’s keeping me alive. ”

tags: paramore,


marius’ hoodies are all huge because the ones that fit him height-wise are too big for him elsewhere 

so when they’re out and he’s hugging cosette from behind and she’s like ‘ooh i’m cold’ he unzips and bundles her in and zips up again 

and they’re a little toasty pocket 

The question is: Shame. What is its origin? And why are we hounded by its miserable shadow? 

(Source: allmyridestoschoolaredead)


do you ever like randomly wake up in the middle of the night check your social networks then go back to sleep 

(Source: confirmance)

tags: about me,

Roots and Negotiations (Enjonine AU)


For the prompt thing where you write how they first met: Ship: Enjonine (surprised? hah)  Quote:“Oh the winter wind can blow me colder/Oh the summer’s heat can parch me dry/But I’ll not leave here for a fortune/I shall never leave here till I die” From the Billy Elliot musical (I realize that it might be difficult to fit in the entire quote, do whatever works for you) :)— norwegianalien

Roots and Negotiations

Alexandre Enjolras always remembered his grandfather whenever he heard the ditties every year in the fields during planting season. To be more to the point, he recalled that night when he asked about who wrote the song about never leaving. “Oh it’s as old as the land’s bones, my boy,” the grizzled owner of vineyards had replied. “No one remembers.”

“Did they, do they actually mean it?” the boy had asked.

The older Enjolras had guffawed. “You’ll understand when you get older, child. This land will have more of a hold on you than you realize.” He then crouched to look the golden-haired boy in the eye. “It’s a pull here, deep in your chest. You’ll never be able to escape it.”

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