All at once [Enjolras] threw back his head, his blond locks fell back like those of an angel on the sombre quadriga made of stars, they were like the mane of a startled lion in the flaming of an halo.
– Victor Hugo, Les Miserables.
Aka leader of the Enjolras Appreciation Club. (via atethecanary)
#it shone with the glory of a thousand suns #but it was better than the sun #because the sun is less bright when it rains #but this GLORIOUS GOLDEN CASCADING ANGEL MANE never got frizzy in the rain #it was immune to bedhead #as though it knew that angels never sleep #it was like syrup being poured over hot waffles #except instead of syrup it was pure gold #and the waffles are made of FIERCELY FLAPPING ANGEL WINGS
WAFFLES MADE OF FIERCELY FLAPPING ANGEL WINGS (via pilferingapples)
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