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hisapollo · 9 years
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ATTENTION FOLLOWERS!
As you may have notices, I’ve been quite inactive on this blog and I kinda feel bad about it. But I’ve been very busy with school and so on. I’ll probably devote some more time into tumblr though, since I have made two new accounts, a personal one and a fandom account (mostly les misérables, game of thrones, lord of the rings, narnia and vikings). Please follow! personal: http://sophielena.tumblr.com fandom: http://whitedragons.tumblr.com
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hisapollo · 9 years
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how you get the girl - a mosette playlist
out of the woods taylor swift
how could i want more jamie lynn spears
empty handed lea michele
your song ellie goulding
how you get the girl taylor swift
tenerife sea ed sheeran
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Thanks so much for 300 followers! :D I’ve been really busy with school, but I’ll try to post more!
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hi you're my new fave blog you are perfection
Omg thank you so much
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headcanon #5
enjolras’ first name is julien
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200 followers! Thanks cuties, I love you :*
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 Strange to say, she had grown poorer and prettier, two steps which it had not seemed within her power to take. She had accomplished a double progress, towards the light and towards distress. She was barefooted and in rags, as on the day when she had so resolutely entered his chamber, only her rags were two months older now, the holes were larger, the tatters more sordid. It was the same harsh voice, the same brow dimmed and wrinkled with tan, the same free, wild, and vacillating glance. She had besides, more than formerly, in her face that indescribably terrified and lamentable something which sojourn in a prison adds to wretchedness.
She had bits of straw and hay in her hair, not like Ophelia through having gone mad from the contagion of Hamlet’s madness, but because she had slept in the loft of some stable.
And in spite of it all, she was beautiful. What a star art thou, O youth!
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Grantaire had risen. The immense gleam of the whole combat which he had missed, and in which he had had no part, appeared in the brilliant glance of the transfigured drunken man.
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headcanon #4
combeferre's flat consists of various shades of brown and beige
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marius x cosette warm hearts
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headcanon #3
courfeyrac is a huge nerd
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I’ll love him forever. (insp.)
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hisapollo · 9 years
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winter
when the skies are light and blue
and the world is cold
when the snowflakes start to fly and fall
winter is at hand
in the morning still in darkness
i make my way outside
and shiver and tremble
and my eyes are open wide
it is a thrill, december air
quiet and yet pressing
free and fresh and powerful
but dead as the daisies at the luxenbourg
and i start craving march and may
and sunlight bright and warm
the ice will melt eventually
the bare trees will start to grow to their leaves
the harshness of the wind will fade
a new spring comes to stay
- a poem about winter and the dawn of spring, written by jehan
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ace Marius and ace Cosette playing boardgames on their wedding night and they’re both exhausted the next morning and gillenormand makes some comment like “you two must have been up all night” and Cosette goes “we started monopoly and played for five hours. it almost ended in divorce.”
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i’ve done no wrong, sweet jesus hear my prayer.  look down, look down, sweet jesus doesn’t care.  i know she’ll wait.  i know that she’ll be true.  look down, look down, they’ve all forgotten you.  when i get free, you won’t see me here for dust.  look down, look down, you’ll always be a slave.  look down, look down, you’re standing in your grave. favourite les miserables captures (gifs) 
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headcanon #2
bahorel is a capricorn, ascendant cancer
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