Hi my name is Julien Marcelin Benoit Enjolras and I have long blonde hair with red streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I remind them of a young Saint-Just (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Robespierre but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a student, and I live in a very corrupted country called France. I’m a revolutionary (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly red. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a red jacket with matching lace around it and black leather jeans and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside on the streets of Paris. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of bourgeoisie stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
Before Steve even put pen to paper, he was dead.
Not literally, of course, although with his growing list of ailments, it surely couldn’t be long. But he was as good as dead, once he’d decided to keep the diary. He’d committed the worst of all crimes, the essential crime in which all other crime was contained: thoughtcrime.
"The chocolate ration was 30 yesterday," he wrote. "Today, it was raised to 25."
He looked at that for a while, trying to believe it. Doublethink. If only he could do that, if only he could really believe the ration had gone up, then he’d be happy. But he couldn’t.
if i ever heard the word “bisexual” be used on a tv show i’d probably drop dead from shock
imagine a vampire that wears a sombrero all day to keep the sunlight off him
why do the teenage mutant ninja turtles wear eye masks? they’re fucking humanoid turtles. who the fuck is going to see them without the eye masks and be like, oh you’re probably some other sentient humanoid turtles not the ones that fight crime.
When I’m dating a man I’m no longer bisexual
Just like when I’m at home, I’m no longer employed
Or when I’m not studying I’m no longer a student.
Mmm object impermanency
"white girl" n. 1. drinks starbucks, talks about it a lot 2. doesn’t drink starbucks because they avoid tax, talks about it a lot
well that’s nice