Marius and Cosette were in the dark in regard to each other. They did not speak, they did not bow, they were not acquainted; they saw each other; and, like the stars in the sky separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing upon each other. Les Miserables, Victor Hugo (1862).
“I hate these assholes” I mutter to myself as I take a sip from my One Direction cup while scrolling through my tumblr account I have dedicated to them. The One Direction special I recorded last year plays in the background.