Heaven sent you to me. To me, to me.
On my own, Pretending he’s beside me
All alone, I walk with him till morning
Without him I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me
Benedict Cumberbatch at the Bowery Hotel for the New York Times (x)
living an enjolras appreciation life and you: the self-help post
let’s talk about enjolras.
it really upsets me when i see enjolras being depicted as “heartless” and “cold”, because he cares so fiercely for his people; his patria (keep in mind, patria is not so much a…
“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.” (F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby)