Erik, You Can't Make A Love Confession Less Intense By Saying:

音楽の天使

2024.5.8

Dear goodness. Hello, tears. Truly love of the most exquisite kind.

Definitely my favorite chapter of my favorite novel.

the phantom of the opera, gaston leroux

leroux style

[…] for when one has fire within and a soul, one cannot keep bottling them up – better to burn than to burst […]

Vincent van Gogh, from ‘The Letters of Vincent van Gogh’ ⁠— Wilhelmina van Gogh c. summer or autumn 1887, tr. Arnold Pomerans

yes all my favorite characters are desperate to be loved. no i don’t think that says anything about me

In celebration of the birthday of this most-beautiful building (a few days late, I know), I upload these photos I took on my recent visit to its majestic halls. Nowhere else have I seen such beauty nor felt such awe; it is a sanctuary for divine art and a fitting home for the Angel of Music.

Words cannot express my love for it, so I won’t even try.

Let me only say: Gaston Leroux NAILED its description in that book, both visually and atmospherically. That building IS Erik.

This…This is PERFECT. Beautiful, beautiful symbolic representation of their relationship in the book. Like, this IS the book. and i’m picky. They are gorgeous and Leroux-accurate!! Bravo.

My heartbeat is a symphony by EriksDesdemona That pencil work, though.

This.

rip Raskolnikov you would've loved self check-out lines at the grocery store

"I had slipped into my own apartment and I was seized the scissors, which could put an end to my dreadful destiny... when the organ sounds were heard..."

Yes, in fact

you ever just going about your day and then the weight of 'he had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar' hits you and you want to launch yourself over a cliff due to the sheer emotion