I….am In Love. SOMEONE UNDERSTOOD

[…] 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

This.

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

This is literal perfection.

My take on ALW Phantom meets Leroux Phantom.

the real true purpose of having a brain is to think about fictional characters

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time

         I have been half in love with easeful Death,

Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

         To take into the air my quiet breath;

                Now more than ever seems it rich to die,

         To cease upon the midnight with no pain,

                While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad

                        In such an ecstasy!

         Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—

                   To thy high requiem become a sod.

-Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats

““Why, you love him! Your fear, your terror, all of that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves.””

— Raoul to Christine, the Phantom of the Opera

No one... Never... But her...

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The more I love mankind in general, the less I love people in particular, that is, individually, as separate persons...I often went so far as to think passionately of serving mankind, and, it may be, would really have gone to the cross for people if it were somehow suddenly necessary, and yet I am incapable of living in the same room with anyone even for two days, this I know from experience. As soon as someone is there, close to me, his personality oppresses my self-esteem and restricts my freedom. In twenty-four hours I can begin to hate even the best of men: one because he takes too long eating his dinner, another because he has a cold and keeps blowing his nose.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

Me defending my favourite fictional character: he's not even that bad (meanwhile he has a literal torture chamber in his house and drops chandelier on people)