• suitedxchaos:

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                   ❝ Interesting take, monsieur. But I believe
                            it to be a wrong take.The people of the upper
                           city care not for our lives; we are pests, and we
                           are the disgrace of the city. However, they much
                           prefer a submissive, controlled pest to one who
                           is willing to burn. To place fire by their boundaries
                           at first would promote confusion. Is the fire within 
                           or no? And then, perhaps, apprehensive, about
                           something. About what? They are uncertain. But
                           I will say again, we might gain some unwanted
                           attention. ❞

                “Do you really think our beloved dictator would 
                   allow us to burn fires so close to his perfect
                   city? Surely he would eliminate us. At least
                   those responsible for the act. If no one fessed 
                   up, he might take it out on those who just 
                   happen to be close enough to him at the time.
                   He won’t allow it to happen— not twice. It’s an
                   entertaining idea, mind you, but I don’t think
                   it’s a very good one. Too many unpredictable
                   variables. Enjolras would be disappointed.


  • morehumane:

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    Combeferre pauses. Grantaire tried — Combeferre could
    see it now.   Grantaire just did not succeed;   however, it
    was the attempt that mattered to the guide. Combeferre
    rakes  his  fingers  through  his  hair,   pulling  up  a chair
    before  the  drunkard.

                                 “ It’s all right, Grantaire — I understand.
                                                                                     Thank you.
                                               …I can wait to speak with Enjolras.
                                                                     How have you been?

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                  “I have been the same as I always am.

                       Bitter, tired, t o r m e n t e d. It is all the
                        same to Grantaire. Never does he feel
                        any different. He can be joyous, it’s true,
                        but he cannot truly be happy. He can’t 
                        remember the last time he felt happy. 
                        At least, that’s what he tells everyone. 
                        He can remember it perfectly. His sister’s 
                        smile, her warm presence… He was happy
                        when she was around— truly happy— and
                        now he only had faded memories of her.

  • Jul 08 - 4 notes   
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  • aseaofquotes:

Matt Haig, The Humans

    aseaofquotes:

    Matt Haig, The Humans


  • "Nothing has really changed for me. I will always approach life from a small-town vibe. It makes experiences more fantastical." 
    -Landon Liboiron by Paul Maffi [x]


  • suitedxchaos:

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                     ❝ Wrong. I’m entertaining the idea
                               of doing it at present. But whether actually
                        doing it would be worth it… Again, unlikely.
                               Far too — widespread for my taste. There wouldn’t
                               be much to concentrate singularly on. But
                               unwanted attention would not come from the
                               upper city — No. I’m far more intrigued about
                               what else would notice fires that large. 
                                            — And we all know you
                                                               think it fun. ❞

                “We all know that I enjoy anything that brings
                  a crease to Enjolras’ marble forehead, but I
                  am far too lazy to implement such an act. It
                  would require way too much energy, and I am
                  feeling particularly lethargic today. Perhaps
                  some other time I will have the motivation
                  required for creating havoc.  Until then, I will
                  sit here on my ass and enjoy this beer. Join
                  me, won’t you? I have far too much to say
                  to say it all to myself. No one cares to listen.


  • morehumane:

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    Grantaire, you know I come to
        the Outer City whenever I can…

                I was able to pocket some unused needles
                from the lab. If we distribute medicine this
                way, we can make it last longer.

                          I can’t stay for a drink. I have to
                           speak with Enjolras.

                                      …And there are some things I’d rather
                                         not forget — like my senses. Perhaps
                                         you should consider that, Grantaire.

              Grantaire watches Combeferre as he speaks, and
               his expression doesn’t change. What does change
               is the drink he’d been holding is now a joint, and 
               he places it gingerly between his lips, taking a hit. 
               He thinks his reply over, aware now how roughly
               he’d shoved his foot into his mouth. Of course he
               didn’t want to talk about it— neither did Grantaire.
               There was a reason a drank, a reason he did the
               worst d r u g he could find. He finally speaks, and
               the words he chooses are more careful this time.

                          “—My apologies, mon ami, I was only trying to be
                            of some help. If you would rather speak to our
                            fearless leader, I understand completely.

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  • morehumane

                 ”—Combeferre! It’s a treat to see you
                   on a visit from the Inner City. Please,
                   come have a drink with me. I desire
                   to forget, and certainly you do, too.

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