tonystarks:

escalators are better than elevators because when escalators break they turn into stairs but when elevators break they turn into vertical coffins

arrogantmistletoerag:

The English language makes you capitalize ‘I’ and linguists aren’t sure why, but my theory is that it’s out of respect to self. An entire language thinks you are significant enough to commence higher than all other words in a sentence, because ‘I’ is not just a word it is a damn title of a pronoun, so don’t let anyone or anything make you think you’re not important, alright? Because you contradict that every time you talk about yourself. 

law-of-complementary-colors:

A clip from this beautiful (and free!♥) audiobook of Les Mis in French, of this gorgeous passage:

However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras. To whom did this anarchical scoffer unite himself in this phalanx of absolute minds? To the most absolute. In what manner had Enjolras subjugated him? By his ideas? No. By his character. A phenomenon which is often observable. A sceptic who adheres to a believer is as simple as the law of complementary colors. That which we lack attracts us. No one loves the light like the blind man. The dwarf adores the drum-major. The toad always has his eyes fixed on heaven. Why? In order to watch the bird in its flight. Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras. He had need of Enjolras. That chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid nature charmed him, without his being clearly aware of it, and without the idea of explaining it to himself having occurred to him. He admired his opposite by instinct. His soft, yielding, dislocated, sickly, shapeless ideas attached themselves to Enjolras as to a spinal column. His moral backbone leaned on that firmness. Grantaire in the presence of Enjolras became some one once more.

mademoisellethe-nardier:

Les misérables + French lyrics

One day, you’ll see, we will love each other,  but before we will die like rats.

- Carmen by Stromae. (x)

chignonesque:

The greater part of the Friends of the A B C were students, who were on cordial terms with the working classes.

grantaire doesn’t wake up in time

will you join in our crusade, who will be strong and stand with me?

“However, this skeptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras. To whom did this anarchical scoffer unite himself in this phalanx of absolute minds? To the most absolute. In what manner had Enjolras subjugated him? By his ideas? No. By his character. A phenomenon which is often observable. A sceptic who adheres to a believer is as simple as the law of complementary colors. That which we lack attracts us. No one loves the light like the blind man. The dwarf adores the drum-major. The toad always has his eyes fixed on heaven. Why? In order to watch the bird in its flight. Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras. He had need of Enjolras.”

awaitthedawn:

les mis characters + latin mottoscombeferre

"The headlong precipitation of a people into the truth, a ‘93, terrified him; nevertheless, stagnation was still more repulsive to him…Combeferre would have knelt and clasped his hands to enable the future to arrive in all its candor, and that nothing might disturb the immense and virtuous evolution of the races.”

(III.IV.i.)

Stage and MovieEnjolras holding the flag & his death.

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