Narcissism in a Frog Hat

(via rrueplumet)

ancslove:

inspectorkaramazova:

I was flailing over Hugo’s prose.

She called him verbose and thought I was nuts.

BUT SERIOUSLY THOUGH HIS PROSE IS BEAUTIFUL AND I WOULD EAT IT.

I quite like Hugo’s prose.  I’m not a huge fan of Austen and Bronte and the like, and a lot of Tolkien’s prose bored me, but I do like Hugo.

But, I’m strange.  I like Homer and Euripides.  (Not Aeschylus, though.  He can DIAF.)

Hugo’s prose just makes me melt.

I don’t know what it is

but he just has so many beautiful turns of phrase or little observations that are just so right and insightful.

I was flailing over Hugo’s prose.

She called him verbose and thought I was nuts.

BUT SERIOUSLY THOUGH HIS PROSE IS BEAUTIFUL AND I WOULD EAT IT.

GPOY except: Javert

idk what it is..

I mean, I adore Javert, obviously.

But something about Valjean makes me just love him SO much. I feel like I have just this overflowing insane amount of love and respect for him. I love Javert, but Valjean is the one I look up to.

y’know?

that man needs the biggest hug

franceskoncan:

freecocaine:

The pure fact that this doesn’t even need a title or a description or anything speaks volumes. I mean look at the number of notes this has. There are so few people who don’t recognize it. And the song itself just gives you chills. It’s so magical.

Here is the power of music, how it unites us and can take us back to things and remind us that we are not alone and our experiences, feelings, and thoughts are absolutely universal.  We are a part of something greater and larger than we know, and music reminds us of that every day.  Harry Potter united people throughout the world at a time when the world really needed it, and the fact that a simple song can ignite the same flicker of emotion in so many people without a single word or description is amazing.  Music truly is a universal language.

(via leavethewoods)

“My child is no longer cold, I have clothed her in my hair.”

he’s adorable

with that flock of kids chasing after him all the time

Except that the poor lark never sang.

All bad Anons now = Tholomyes