The amount of questions Bastille asks in thier songs really stresses me out

are you gonna age with grace? do you like the person you’ve become? can you fill the silence? how am i gonna be an optimist? how am i gonna get myself home?

like idk dan you figure it out


i want victor hugo to awake from the dead and write me a 1400+ page essay on everything enjolras does and feels and thinks from his eating habits to his sleeping position to his first name (especially the last one)


those people that u love so much and want to talk to them all the time but u feel like ur annoying them



it wasn’t about destiny, magic or the power behind the crown, it was about him.



the only reason i go to school is because i donn’t wanna be an unemployed college drop out. i wanna be an unemployed college graduate 

thats the spirit