Fuck allergies. I will eat tangerines til I die.
She set a sheet of paper in front of her, moistened her pen in the inkwell and then sat there, staring, listening to the blizzard outside, searching for words in its distant shriek. An hour passed, maybe a day or year.
La Liberte by James Broadhurst & Lydia-Jane Saunders for Fashionising.com
Pfft, what a joke. What you should be wearing to go free the People:
The lady in the picture above looks ready to get her head chopped off.
Pardon my french.
archangels ; stranded, deserted, drifted.
it is they who walk among you, who look like you, who talk like you. who feel the weight of heaven upon them, who remember all.
(Period) Genderbent Les Mis: (From Left to Right) Enjolras, Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Joly, Feuilly, Jehan, Bossuet, Grantaire, Bahorel, Marius (with Cosette).