He was, as we have said, ignorant, but he was no imbecile. The natural light was enkindled in him. Misfortune, which has also its illumination, added to the few rays he had in his mind. Under the whip, under the chain, in the cell, in fatigue, under the burning sun of the galleys, upon the convict’s bed of plank, he turned to his own conscience, and he reflected.
See more posts like this on Tumblr
#f: les mis
@charliegraystudio: My portrait of the legend that is @taikawaititi for @foxsearchlight @jojorabbitmovie
the sheer level of galaxy brain jane austen was on when she wrote “if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more”
Hey Tumblr!
My boyfriend is competing in a charity event for Dancing Stars! Please donate, if you can! It goes to a well-deserving children’s theater company that is near and dear to my heart!
Thank you!
I was a female-humanoid Audrey II in Little Shop last October and it’s still the coolest thing I’ve ever done.
My boyfriend started a ridiculously entertaining soup blog. Check it out!
