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Do you know what kills me? Do you know what destroys me?

Reincarnation AU’s. Reincarnation AU’s in which Grantaire paints Achilles so often it nearly becomes his trademark and he never really thought it through as to why he has to draw this nearly divine man over and over again but the colors and the lines come to life under the pencil in his hand all on their own.

Reincarnation AU’s in which Grantaire wakes up in the middle of the night with that same recurring dream of trying to save someone- someone he can’t remember, someone he loved- and failing and falling and dying. A dream in which a monster of a man looms over him and digs his spear into him and twists and turns until Grantaire wakes up with his hand clutched over the birthmark on his stomach. 

Reincarnation AU’s in which Enjolras has been asked to deliver obituaries before, incredible speaker as he is, but funerals always knock the air right out of him. AU’s In which he has a hard time letting go. In which he runs at night and feels that’s right, that’s good for him, that there’s something natural to the way his feet fly over the ground so quickly but something’s missing, something terrible and he’s pining for someone he’s never even met.

Reincarnation AU’s in which Enjolras and Grantaire can’t speak a word of Greek but the language comes so easy to them it nearly scares them both. AU’s in which they meet in a museum, catching each others eye through the glass that protects a painted urn of two warriors bandaging each other. AU’s in which they fight over everything but share a hatred for predestination, the idea that fate can be cruel to you and you can do nothing to escape it. AU’s in which Grantaire calls Enjolras Apollo just once, under the stars, and they’ve already touched before, already kissed, they already know the feel of one another in the darkness and Enjolras tells him “No. Not that name. There’s was something else, something close-“

Reincarnation AU’s in which Grantaire tells Enjolras that he’s the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. And when Enjolras asks him what he could possibly find so beautiful about him, Grantaire touches his face, his neck, his chest where a strange scar Enjolras never remembers earning marks his chest and Grantaire says: this and this and this.


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sirgarrowman:

I can’t  stop lalala

sirgarrowman:

I can’t  stop lalala


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estefaniaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ♥♥♥♥!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL GUU, WHEN MY MOM TOOK THAT TURN INTO THE THEATER GISSELL AND I WERE STUPEFIED AND WE GOT OUT TICKETS AND STARTED CRYING


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susceptum:

F1000002 by luisacativo on Flickr.

susceptum:

F1000002 by luisacativo on Flickr.


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janesyre:

achilles and patroclus high school au (◕‿◕✿)

achilles and patroclus kissin in the locker room (。♥‿♥。)

achilles and patroclus breaking into the swimming pool at night (∪ ◡ ∪)

achilles and patroclus wearing each others’ sweaters (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

achilles and patroclus going out on dates ಥ‿ಥ

achilles and patroclus smooching on the track after achilles wins a race (▰˘◡˘▰)

achilles and patroclus bein dumb flirty teenagers ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)


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I also saw my favorite painting in the entire world, Van Gogh’s Starry Night. #art

I also saw my favorite painting in the entire world, Van Gogh’s Starry Night. #art


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GUESS WHO JUST SAW THE NEWSIES W THE BIG SIS AND MOM?! AAAAAAAAAH!!!!

GUESS WHO JUST SAW THE NEWSIES W THE BIG SIS AND MOM?! AAAAAAAAAH!!!!


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This is not your problem. You have your own body to deal with. The lamp by the bed is broken. You are feeling things he’s no longer in touch with. And everyone is speaking softly, so as not to wake one another. The wind knocks the heads of the flowers together. Steam rises from every cup at every table at once. Things happen all the time, things happen every minute that have nothing to do with us.
— Richard Siken, “A Primer for the Small Weird Loves” (via rhymine)

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therosebrain:

Be Drunk  — Charles Baudelaire


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Cotton Candy~ (by Adrianna Paleskin ~)

Cotton Candy~ (by Adrianna Paleskin ~)