I excuse you from the task of soothing me.

And when I see so much distress in heaven and on earth, from the bird who has not a grain of millet to myself without a hundred thousand livres of income, when I see human destiny, which is very badly worn, and even royal destiny, which is threadbare, witness the Prince de Conde hung, when I see winter, which is nothing but a rent in the zenith through which the wind blows, when I see so many rags even in the perfectly new purple of the morning on the crests of hills, when I see the drops of dew, those mock pearls, when I see the frost, that paste, when I see humanity ripped apart and events patched up, and so many spots on the sun and so many holes in the moon, when I see so much misery everywhere, I suspect that God is not rich. | Grantaire | Victor Hugo's Les Misérables | Independent | Strictly Book-Based | Multi-Para | Icon/Sideart by yosb | #certaintyofafullglass

[spoopyfane]

     [ squirts with spray bottle ]

                                      [ again ]

[certaintyofafullglass-blog]

you do this to me on this the day of the storming of the bastille

down with tyranny!                 ( and also spray bottles )

[spoopyfane]

     [ squirts with spray bottle ]                                                        Bad.

[certaintyofafullglass-blog]

       HELP, HELP, I'M BEING REPRESSED.

[charming-butterrible-blog-blog]

[is interrupted and annoyed about it]

[certaintyofafullglass-blog]

[ softer burping ]

[certaintyofafullglass-blog]

[clears throat] i have a url and i yam weak

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

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ye you like that mr. leader man

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[brittsmemes]

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

[certaintyofafullglass-blog]

Do I Follow Them?: 

Do We Role Play?: 

An AU Idea For Our Muses: 

Do I Ship Our Muses?: 

What I Think About The Mun:

Overall Opinion: 

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

[certaintyofafullglass-blog]

I only log on here when I see one of my threads being replied to you can fix this by threading with me 2k14

[brittsmemes]

SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;

[certaintyofafullglass-blog]

Do I Follow Them?: 

Do We Role Play?: 

An AU Idea For Our Muses: 

Do I Ship Our Muses?: 

What I Think About The Mun:

Overall Opinion: 

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

[pxntmercyarchive-blog]

#;virgin

s AM

[certaintyofafullglass-blog]

LIKE A VIRGIN

TOUCHED FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME

[certaintyofafullglass-blog]

"You'll be fine."

"I'm afraid it's very fatal."

"These test results..don't make any sense."

"How far can your arm go before it breaks?"

"I'll carve your eyes out with a spoon."

"What does he have that I don't"

"Why did he choose her instead of me?"

"..Why?"

"Make as many stab wounds as you want."

"I am destined as your tool."

"The girl must die."

"The boy must die."

"I want to taste your blood on my lips."

"Where do we go from here?"

"These voices..cease to let me be."

"I..can't stop crying."

"Use me as you will."

"None of it matters now."

"Shadows fallow my every step."

"You've gone..completely mad."

"I'm barking mad."

"Winter is coming."

"I could kill you right now."

"You..You're dead!"

"May the lord have mercy on your soul."

"The mental ward let me out early this year."

"Oh how i miss the voices."

"Everyone is equal when they're dead."

"Cancel Christmas."

"Bring me more war."

"I love war."

"I piss on your traditions."

"I hate your heart."

"I hate your soul."

"I promise, you won't feel a thing."

"Bring her to me."

"Bring him to me."

"A few holes in the head give the madness more space."

"I hate everything about you."

"I will abandon you."

"What is that girl up to?"

"I am stretched on your grave."

"Kill me now.."

"If I fall from the grace of God where no murdered ghost can haunt me.."

"You are one in from the plank, don't make me push you."

"I don't care."

"Leave me behind."

"Everything you've told me was a lie!"

"Everything I've told yo was a lie!"

"How could you ever think to leave them behind?"

"Someone should nail your feet to the floor."

"My last breath will be your curse."

"He will KILL you."

"She will KILL you."

"I did noting."

"It was an accident!"

"You've killed your own brother!"

"I want nothing to do with him!"

"How can I possibly trust you?"

"Pathetic."

[certaintyofafullglass-blog]

apolloenrouge:

“Exposure to—”

“Please, Grantaire, I have no time for your foolishness.”

       "You never go outside! You could do with a walk in the park, Enjolras! You might actually engage in conversation, rather than just speaking at people in between all of your listening and brooding. Stop and pick some flowers! Smell them! Enjoy life! Once you have done that, you may crush them, but perhaps you would be less interested in smashing once you understand what you were holding!"

[xoxoeddie]

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"One might question your upbringing." -apolloenrouge [thought tumblr prob ate it feel free to ignore dear]

       "Oh, no, no, do not doubt me! You see, I was raised as you were, with the politicians and the dignitaries. As a child, I vomited on their shoes. I had a weak constitution. Exposure to sunshine fixed that."

[spoopyfane]

“And what would you have me be?  Would you  rather  that  I lead  The  People, lead our friends under the  guise of  being a  cynic,  incapable  of  hoping,  of dreaming,  of doing  anything  that  does   not   end   in   failure and disappointment?  That  is not what I am, and it is not what  any would have me be.

     It ways heavy on him, the idea that it may      seem as though he  does not care for any      at an individual level. He does,  truly,  but      he does not show it. His friends are more      dear to him than he is to himself,  but  he      would  waste  no  flowery  sentiments on       them.  What  good  are  those,  when   he       could fight, could deliver them to a better      future instead?

         "Perhaps, but at least I shall die in            the   service  of  something  great.            What will you  die  for,  Grantaire?            You, who lives for nothing.”

[certaintyofafullglass-blog]

"Enjolras, Enjolras, I would not  have you be anything but what  you are. Do not mistake my  sentiments for hatred. Ah! no,  I do not hate you, who could  ever hate you. The police, maybe,  or the plants, because you tax  the oxygen that they make, but  you do pay them back in respiration.  You should stop to take a breath  sometime; show consideration  for the plants, and all they do."

--Enjolras's words give him pause, and the hint of a frown appears on that ugly mug, stretching his lips out and turning them down. His teeth are discolored by alcohol, but his eyes, his eyes are bright, carefully clouded, infinitely hopeful, and the bags beneath them are infinitely tired, dark bruises, circles like bottle marks on a table.

"The one whom you serve does not  acknowledge your existence, Enjolras;  France cannot love you as you love  France, for France does not know you.  As for me, why, I shall die for merriment!  Death is not very different from living,  and everybody does it. It is trendy.  I consider myself fashionable. Have  you seen my Robespierre waistcoat."

[certaintyofafullglass-blog]

Aigle de Meaux, down with your paws. You produce on me no effect with your gesture of Hippocrates refusing Artaxerxes' bric-a-brac. I excuse you from the task of soothing me. Moreover, I am sad. What do you wish me to say to you? Man is evil, man is deformed; the butterfly is a success, man is a failure. God made a mistake with that animal. A crowd offers a choice of ugliness. The first comer is a wretch, Femme—woman—rhymes with infame,—infamous. Yes, I have the spleen, complicated with melancholy, with homesickness, plus hypochondria, and I am vexed and I rage, and I yawn, and I am bored, and I am tired to death, and I am stupid! Let God go to the devil!

ask | submit | rules 

[spoopyfane]

     ”Perhaps I am lacking in that regard,        but I find myself unpressed to learn.        Why should I focus merely on pleasing people,        when my focus must always be solely fixed upon the People?”

[certaintyofafullglass-blog]

"Surely you must be joking? Enjolras,  you lack basic empathy, you cannot  connect with others. Don't you know?  The People are comprised of human  beings! Ah, but what does marble know  about being human? You are so far  above me. Above everybody.

   "But then, how can you ever hope to      lead or liberate the People if you do not      know them? Understand that you are      fighting for humans, and not for a      faceless mass. You spit such good      rhetoric that sometimes I forget that      you do not even know what you are      fighting for! That is very bad. You are      so passionate.

       "--you are going to die young."          He has made himself melancholy,          and returns to his drink, brooding.