they want you to take the rolls


Vincenzo Vela c. 1861-1862
Italy Grateful to France (detail)


Vincenzo Vela c. 1861-1862

Italy Grateful to France (detail)



i take height difference in my otps very seriously 

via antisepticbandaid · originally by bumbleshark

Have you imagined for one moment what this has been for me? An unforgivable transgression that has marked me for life. You think you’ve suffered? You think you know blood? You think you’ve walked on corpses? Spread them from here to the horizon, and I have walked further. You weak, foul, lustful, vainglorious man. How dare you speak to me of death?

via dragonborn · originally by sansastarkt


Palestinian lady collects gas bombs fired by Israeli army. She grows flowers in these bombs.

via antique-romans · originally by hopeful-melancholy


listen songs with a simple melody or tune, that feel effortlessly but beautifully created.

via between2devils · originally by gryffndar



"Trick or treat!"

"The bourgeoisie are tricking you. The treat is revolution, comrade. Here’s a copy of Workers Vanguard"

(Combeferre voice) Enjolras don’t scare the children

via sarah-yyy · originally by kinkshamingdesade



how to be smooth as hell with your crush

*takes notes*

via kkatsuragii · originally by laurenjauregei

It is always a strength to know the weakness of your friends.

via thechekov · originally by queensmilitant
Track Title: Oh Comely

Artist: Neutral Milk Hotel

Album: In the Aeroplane Over the Sea


Neutral Milk Hotel — Oh Comely

Oh comely, I will be with you when you lose your breath, Chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left.

via chazstity · originally by wandrlust


Kaity Barrett || Strasbourg, France

but just imagine


AU where Enjolras is a senior in high school and still beautiful and terrifyingly attractive. He gets asked out so much, is the thing. One day, some dude just went full creepy when asking him out during finals week and he was so aggravated he ended up blurting something like I AM DATING SOMEONE. HIS NAME IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS BUT FOR THE RECORD I CALL HIM R. HIS NAME IS R. GOODBYE.

There’s like 10 seconds of complete silence from les amis before all hell breaks loose (the creepy dude has been forgotten. or aggressively shoved to the sidelines. probably by bahorel. or courfeyrac. out of excitement.)

EVERYONE starts asking him all these questions, and he really really does not know what possesses him to continue the lie. The creepy dude is gone, right? He should’ve admitted the truth, stop the lie before it fucks him over… but he does.

So the lie just GROWS. Enjolras does not know where the shit he says comes from but he is on. a. roll. R is intelligent. R is kind and funny and gorgeous and he keeps E on his toes. Oh oh really? Your boyfriend goes to the gym? Your girlfriend bakes really good cupcakes? Huh, wELL R BOXES AND DANCES AND FENCES AND COOKS REALLY WELL AND DID I MENTION HE IS ALSO SUPER ARTISTIC.

And then prom is coming up and suddenly Enjolras is in deep shit. Because no one asks him out. Literally everyone is pretty damn sure he’s taking R to the dance and everyone wants to see the dude he keeps talking about. Enjolras is too busy freaking out about his fucking life to notice that, sometime during this fantastic drama, a new family just moved into the house next door.

The new neighbors brought with them a mean apple pie recipe and a big ass fluffy dog. They have one son, the same age as Enjolras.

Guess who.

via theladyragnell · originally by kebslang
Track Title: Papaoutai

Artist: Stromae

Album: Racine Carree


Sans même devoir lui parler,
Il sait ce qu’il ne va pas.

"When I auditioned, I didn’t know the storyline. All I knew was that she was talking to her own mother in prison. What connects me and Daya together is no matter the struggle or what she’s been through, she can’t hold grudges and she really loves and wants to forgive and forget."


[friends theme starts playing softly in the distance] *drops bowl of cereal* *runs through the house* *leaps over couch* *clap clap clap clap*

via burdge · originally by swifttcriss




via wildlinging · originally by stripesandpeonies