the jester hero
Accurate depiction of Enjolras “helping” Marius plan his wedding to Cosette. “And I think we’ll put the flowers over ther——” “i don’t give a shit Pontmercy just make them red”
#the bride should be dressed in all black and then when she reaches the end of the aisle she should rip off her cloak to reveal a red dress #THIS SYMBOLISES CASTING OFF THE DARKNESS OF THE MONARCHIAL PAST TO REVEAL A BRIGHT AND GLORIOUS FUTURE WITH YOU!!!! #enjolras i think she’s just gonna wear the white #YOIUR SUBSCRIPTION TO ARCHAIC IDEALS ABOUT COLOUR SYMBOLISM AND PURITY IS UNIMPRESSIVE AND TYRANNICAL PONTMERCY
I’m taking myself out on a date tomorrow. Just me. Because I haven’t spent much time with myself lately.
In writing, the happy accidents are the lines that speak most on life. They stand out like a sore thumb, the jagged edge of a piece of glass. They cut. Like a knife.
And with a small yellow highlighter, a folded bookmark, or a felt-tip pen, we note— the line that changed our lives forever.
Re-blog and write that line. Mine is:
“You have a choice. Live or die.
Every breath is a choice.
Every minute is a choice.
Every time you don’t throw yourself down the stairs, that’s a choice. Every time you don’t crash your car, you re-enlist.”
— Chuck Palahniuk, Survivor
Mine is a lyric.
“Don’t criticize what you can’t understand.” -Bob Dylan
The question is how we react to this great prejudice against women. The rule of law and social activism certainly are crucial. But no matter how strong the social structure, there is always that cheek-slapped moment when you are alone with the anti-woman prejudice: the joke, the leer, the disregard, the invisibility, the inescapable fact that the moment you walk through the door you are seen as lesser, no matter what your credentials…the prejudice will follow you. What will save you is tacking into the love of the work, into the desire that brought you there in the first place. This creates a suspension of time, opens a spacious room of your own in which you can walk around and consider your response. Staring prejudice in the face imposes a cruel discipline: to structure your anger, to achieve a certain dignity, an angry dignity.