Not All Who Wander Are Lost
protip: never trust a person who doesn’t like Cosette
*staring into the abyss, trying to remember what my life was before musical theatre* what have i done sweet jesus what have i done
sweet jesus doesn’t care
And she left the room. Two seconds later, the door opened once more, her fresh and rosy head was again thrust between the two leaves, and she cried to them: “I am very angry indeed.”
whatever i’ll just sing all 3 parts of ‘heart full of love’ from les mis by myself
i wonder if there will ever be a day where i can ask myself “who am i?” without then immediately wondering if i can condemn this man to slavery. pretend i do not feel his agony. this innocent who bears my face, who goes to judgement in my place
Do not pity the dead harry pity the living but above all pity those who live without knowing les mis does not take place during the french revolution
Enjolras would be horrendous at drawing