What If Elle Woods Was A 29 Year Old Man Who Is A Sad Alcoholic And Crushed On A Guy So Much That He

what if elle woods was a 29 year old man who is a sad alcoholic and crushed on a guy so much that he joined a revolution he did not believe in for said guy only to be disillusioned that said guy does not love back him at all

Im procrastinating on law school (😮‍💨)to draw a fictional man in scenarios inspired by a woman going through law school i have excellent priorities y'all. anyways:

- in this thing enjolras is somehow both emmett and warner.

-I forgot how to draw enjo’s hair in the barriere du maine one so he has long hair now. Let’s pretend he grew out his hair at some point before cutting it all off as some kind of symbol idk

-COURFEYRAC 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

-'(he)looked at Enjolras with indescribable gentleness' okay loser (affectionate)

songs referenced:

what you want

chip on my shoulder

rant in tags!

got a major pest problem this year actually

falar que sou blogueira é muito melhor do que twitteira. my new personality!

from april 3rd, 2023

i’m gonna cry it’s raining right now and i just passed by a family where both parents were without an umbrella but their kid who couldn’t have been older than like 3-4 was proudly holding this GIANT umbrella whose diameter was as tall (if not taller) as the kid. both the parents were getting absolutely drenched but u could tell the kid was just so happy to have an “adult” task and carry the umbrella themselves and i think that sacrifice is what love is all about

I asked a friend to go pick some mint while I went to the greenhouse to get lemon balm, for our herbal tea, and soon after she left she called from the garden "How do I tell the mint and stinging nettle apart in the dark...?" then immediately added "You're about to say the mint smells minty while the stinging nettle stings. Don't!!" and it made me smile and I wished I could take a screenshot of these words, just to keep a little written trace of this uneventful evening. Sure I can write it down (as I am doing), but then I felt wistful about all the other trivial exchanges I don't get to archive. I know with texts and such a lot of them are in written form nowadays and can be saved, but I've always wanted to save everything. I think from now on I'm going to ask my friends to take a monastic vow of silence when they come to my house so they'll have to write everything down, preferably on stone tablets so computer issues and house fires can't make their words disappear. Yes. This way I will finally become cool and laid-back about memory and loss and the ephemeral nature of existence.