Enjolras is torn between his two loves
The first day of kindergarten, you cried because you broke the yellow crayon and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You’ve come pretty far. Ending the world - not a terrific notion… But the thing is… yeah, I love you. I love crayon-breaky Willow and I love scary, veiny Willow.
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.
(requested by anonymous)
Don’t you think?
Don’t fuck with the revolution
that is me but with food
courfeyrac charming the ladies at the windows