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headcanon for modern au: after a huge fight, one of those fights where you don't even remember what you're fighting about, aaron and alex aren't on speaking terms. Two days after that, Aaron gets to his office and finds a flat of jelly doughnuts on his desk as an apology present.

@Anonymous

oh my god ;u;

aaron finds this funny. alex doesn’t.

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IT’S SO CUTE

LISTEN TO THE SONG “BROKEN CROWN” BY MUMFORD & SONS RIGHT NOW. I swear to god, every single song written by them is about Burr and Hamilton in some capacity. But this song is particular is absolutely perfect. I’ve italicized the most poignant lyrics.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1LBx2YjDtYg

Touch my mouth and hold my tongue
I’ll never be your chosen one
I’ll be home, safe and tucked away
You can’t tempt me if I don’t see the day

The pull on my flesh was just too strong
It stifled the choice and the air in my lungs
Better not to breathe than to breathe a lie
‘Cause when I open my body I breathe a lie

I will not speak of your sin
There was a way out for him
The mirror shows not
Your values are all shot

But oh, my heart was flawed
I knew my weakness
So hold my hand
Consign me not to darkness

So crawl on my belly ‘til the sun goes down
I’ll never wear your broken crown
I took the road and I fucked it all away
Now in this twilight how dare you speak of grace

So crawl on my belly ‘til the sun goes down
I’ll never wear your broken crown
I can take the road and I can fuck it all away
But in this twilight our choices seal our fate

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oh my God bless you for this, anon. I adore Mumford and Sons. (Sorry im publishing this so late, I was at work all weekend and didn’t get a chance to.really sit down and give it a listen)
this is perfect

alexander hamilton retweets this unironically

alexander hamilton retweets this unironically

i cant brEATHE

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i sent this to crystal but im posting it here also you can ignore it

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burrspistol:

no-tell motel

burrspistol:

no-tell motel

The sun in crepe has muffled up his fire.
Moon of my life! Half shade yourself like him.
Slumber or smoke. Be silent and be dim,
And in the gulf of boredom plunge entire;


I love you thus! However, if you like,
Like some bright star from its eclipse emerging,
To flaunt with Folly where the crowds are surging —
Flash, lovely dagger, from your sheath and strike!


Light up your eyes from chandeliers of glass!
Light up the lustful looks of louts that pass!
Morbid or petulant, I thrill before you.


Be what you will, black night or crimson dawn;
No fibre of my body tautly-drawn,
But cries: “Beloved demon, I adore you!”

Charles Baudelaire, The Possessed

Free man, you’ll always love the sea — for this,
That it’s a mirror, where you see your soul
In its eternal waves that chafe and roll;
Nor is your soul less bitter an abyss.


in your reflected image there to merge,
You love to dive, its eyes and limbs to match.
Sometimes your heart forgets its own, to catch
The rhythm of that wild and tameless dirge.


The two of you are shadowy, deep, and wide.
Man! None has ever plummeted your floor —
Sea! None has ever known what wealth you store —
Both are so jealous of the things you hide!


Yet age on age is ended, or begins,
While you without remorse or pity fight.
So much in death and carnage you delight,
Eternal wrestlers! Unrelenting twins!

Charles Baudelaire, Man and the Sea
i remember seeing this and then my brother said something about what if john adams was forced to take this train to work every day and then I lost it

i remember seeing this and then my brother said something about what if john adams was forced to take this train to work every day and then I lost it

To lift a weight so heavy,
Would take your courage, Sisyphus!
Although one’s heart is in the work,
Art is long and Time is short.


Far from famous sepulchers
Toward a lonely cemetery
My heart, like muffled drums,
Goes beating funeral marches.


Many a jewel lies buried
In darkness and oblivion,
Far, far away from picks and drills;


Many a flower regretfully
Exhales perfume soft as secrets
In a profound solitude.

Le Guignon (Evil Fate), Charles Baudelaire
ask and u shall receive

jfc look at them aren’t they sexy together

ask and u shall receive

jfc look at them aren’t they sexy together

aaron buys matching gun mugs for him and alex

alex isn’t amused

aaron and alexander see this and laugh for 8000 hours

‘it is metaphorical’

aaron and alexander see this and laugh for 8000 hours

‘it is metaphorical’

aaaaaaaaaaaargh oh man that sucks :( Basically this funny scene popped into my head where Alex listens to Ride of the Valkyries by Wagner every morning on the way to work. Aaron always goes on about how ridiculous and over the top it is but he secretly enjoys it.

@milvertons

ALISIA IM FUCKING PEEING