pippin-and-other-drugs:
hi-john-im-alive:
the-fury-of-a-time-lord:
Millions of middle aged men and women will dust off the old toy wands
the browning pages of books long forgotten
strange cloaks, black rimmed glasses that havent been worn in decades
and those men and women will hold vigils in the streets
as a soft, sad melody echoes around the crying faces
“Hedwig’s Theme”
And the halls of Hogwarts will spring to life again
as those same men and women go home to their families
and hold their children, who don’t know who Harry Potter is
and begin
to read.
It’s eight in the morning and im crying thanks tumblr.
excuse me but my children will understand
(Source: bilbo-the-consultive-dalek, via theuntemperedschisms)
janice-rand:
steelplatedhearts:
cockvengers:
Take away my computer please.
“Raise your hand if you have been personally victimized by Marius Pontmercy and his emotional problems.”
“Cosette doesn’t even go here, Marius.”
“I WANT MY RED FLAG BACK!”
“I’m not like a regular dad, I’m a cool dad! Right, Cosette?”
“Grantaire, I’m sorry I laughed at you that time you passed out drunk at the barricade. And I’m sorry for telling everyone about it. And I’m sorry for repeating it now.”
“HELL NO, I DID NOT LEAVE THE CONVENT FOR THIS!”
“On Wednesdays, we fight for justice.”
“If you’re from the barricade, why are you still alive?”
“Oh my god, Cosette, you can’t just ask people why they’re still alive.”
“Enjolras… How do I begin to explain Enjolras? Enjolras is flawless. I hear his hair’s insured for $10,000. I hear he does flag commercials…in Paris. His favorite movie is Varsity Blues. One time he met Javert at the barricade, and he told him he was a stupid schoolboy. One time he shot me in the face…it was awesome.”
“Stop trying to make the revolution happen. It’s never going to happen!”
“Nice wig Enjolras, what’s it made of?”
“You can’t join the barricade. It’s social suicide. Or maybe just suicide.”
“We should totally just stab Napoleon!”
“Do you guys need anything? Some bullets? A gun? Let me know! Oh God, love ya.”
“Fantine, you smell like a baby prostitute.”
(Source: pouvaires, via amreiya)