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merry crisis
However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras.
Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas
ok, little rant about a use of a leitmotif in les mis that i think has slipped under most people's radars!
so you the know the police leitmotif? the "tell me quickly what's the story/who saw what and why and where/let him give a full description/let him answer to javert!" tune that appears whenever somebody gets arrested?
now turn your ear to javert's suicide, specifically the "i am reaching but i fall/and the stars are black and cold" part. it took me a while to notice, but this whole section of the song is just a snippet of the arrest leitmotif:
but he never completes it. the snippet repeats and repeats. try as he might, he finds himself unable to sing the same old song of Justice and Law and Righteousness and Order. he's like a jammed cassette player spitting out the same second of music over and over and over and over again, unable to follow his old ways, but unable to let them go. he's stuck, but he will keep throwing himself against the walls of the cage.
javert is desperately trying to run on his old tracks of thought, but, as vicky h puts it, he experiences "the derailment of a soul, the shattering of an integrity irresistibly propelled in a straight line and dashed against God".
: )
the chrysanthemum scene from deep end by @aaronstveit
inject this scene into my bloodstream it’s so ,,, like tranquil but deeply impactful?? like you read it and it’s written beautifully and you want to reread it immediately but also just ooft you feel
+ bonus zoom ins on their faces
marius is so “oh no! anyway” about eponine confessing her love and then immediately dying that 1862 girlies could have started using “and by the way, monsieur marius, i believe that i was a little bit in love with you” as a preface to announce major geopolitical events
they won't tell you this in therapy but sometimes the best way to stop catastrophizing/anxiety is to interrupt your spiraling with "girl what the hell are you talking about"
Apricity (n.) — the warmth of the sun in winter, a subtle warmth that kisses the skin with a softness unexpected in the season's chill.
Rain Coat by Andrew Wun Silk Mix Jaquard and Embossed Taffeta. Hand Beaded with over 30000 Swarovski Clear Crystals.
Thinking about the fact that both Cosette and Eponine are perfect portrayals of female adolescence, both shown in two different yet incredibly accurate ways, but despite that they both are referred to and treated like woman
I think there was even a line about Eponine how she was the type who just mostly skipped the stage of being a child
And I know a part of it is because the term "adolescent" wasn't there yet or barely just had been invented and societal norms were different but still
Two girls being so deeply just girls, just typical teen girls and yet viewed as women, the implications of their characters- AND THE FACT THAT JEAN VALJEAN IS THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES AND TREATS COSETTE AS A KID/TEEN???
And don't even get me on the parallels they are to each other's
GODDAMN I was not prepared to get so emotional over them when starting the brick
sometimes I think too hard about like. how the ability to record audio fundamentally changed how humans interact with music. can you imagine if the only time you ever heard music in your whole life was when you or another human being in your actual physical presence decided to create it. and 99.99% of the time that person was not a professional but just like your wife or your dad or your co-worker or church choir singing or playing whatever they happened to know. i honestly don't think we can fathom it
<3 is sentence concluding punctuation
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.
kaveh akbar, 'calling a wolf a wolf' // doc luben, 'love letters or suicide notes' // @/nutnoce, tumblr // 'my body's made of crushed little stars', mitski // @/ojibwa, tumblr // 'spring', mary oliver
the crushing weight of one manageable task