faberittanaisalwayson:

#is this their wedding

allthingseurope:

Moscow. Winter morning (by Ancora Marina)

He repeated: “Long live the Republic!” crossed the room with a firm stride and placed himself in front of the guns beside Enjolras.
“Finish both of us at one blow,” said he.
And turning gently to Enjolras, he said to him:
“Do you permit it?”
Enjolras pressed his hand with a smile.

He always talked about you. Must’ve been obsessed or somethin’. 

Everybody knows you like to throw oranges at the priest, even the priest knows.

jolieing:

one day

“I have my eye on a suite in Baker Street,” he said, “which would suit us down to the ground. You don’t mind the smell of strong tobacco, I hope?” 
for gilbertnorrell