rachel/21/portland (oregon, not maine) but i left pieces of my heart in ohio and london.
It's a bit like my brain exploded all over the internet.
Currently inhabiting the deliciously academic and hedonistic filling between high school and being expected to be a functional adult.
Pronouns she, her, hers.
Possibly secretly a middle-aged British man. I love tea, tweed, books, and rain.
Trying to be the best person I can. If it offends, please let me know.
Welcome to the raging storm of random! We dance barefoot in the rain.
(I still miss ‘give way, Javert, there is a life to save but whatever)
Oh god when his voice breaks on that ‘it is either Valjean or Javert’ this is a man who’s whole world has been shattered, lost and jerky and brittle and beautiful because what else can he do? it’s over, he was wrong, it was supposed to be written on THE DOORWAYS TO PARADISE but it isn’t because he would have let a young man die in no service of any kind of justice and once again this criminal asks only the chance to do the work of God.