There will be a reckoning.
I used to want to show you every single line,
Now it’s hard for me to show you anything I write.
Know that I get nervous when we’re not alone,
I wait for you for hours when you’re coming home.
"Well isn’t that what the military does?"
"Got sick of it"
i feel like every week i’m just like “i need to get through this week”
“I have such a soft spot for Jesse Pinkman. He’s just this lost kid struggling to find his way. I’m so, so opposite of that character. It’s nice to kinda zip on that skin, play make believe for a little bit. I love everything about him. He’s just this messed up kid who thinks cooking crystal meth is an art form and I think that’s beautiful.” - Aaron Paul
Enjolras glimpsed a luminous uprising beneath the dingy folds of the future. Who knows? Perhaps the moment was coming. The people grabbing back their rights, what a beautiful sight! The revolution majestically taking back possession of France and telling the world: to be continued tomorrow! Enjolras was happy. The furnace was heating up. At that very moment he had a powder trail of friends scattered all over Paris….Everyone was on the job. The result would surely be worth the effort. All was well. This made him think of Grantaire.
"Wait," he said to himself, "the barrière du Maine is hardly out of my way. What if I went on as far as Richefeu’s? Let’s have a peek at what Grantaire is up to and how far he’s got."