ugh my life d:


“Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine.”

Sometimes when I’m alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.


its been a while since i’ve post anything so have some character designs for some late 18th century ladies.

for those of you who remember hot dads/hot grandads, these are the hot grandmoms: grandmomjolras Zenobia on top and grandmomfeyrac Alexandra on the bottom. Zenobia is a former actress and passionate writer of political pamphlets while Alexandra mainly drinks and also (not so) secretly writes trashy porn novels.

I’m sorry for how one weird obsession descends into another until you no longer have any idea how you got there.