ramin karimloo’s eyes make my heart hurt
Lyrics of For Good from Wicked.
Ok ok ok but how did the Phantom swankify his lair? Like imagine him having a mail order catalog addressed to “the Lair Under the Theater” and him laying on the foot of his bed circling all the things he likes (and
double triplequadruple circling all the things he really likes) in an exotic pen and writing the special delivery instructions: oh yeah it’s not that hard. Just go through the mirror in Christine Daae’s dressing room, down the stone spiral staircase, across the foggy river (please provide your own boat), and yeah, in case I’m out watching my beloved, destroying chandeliers, or buying new stationary (I’m an avid note-writer), you can just set my stuff between the wax figurine of my love and the pile of nooses. Many thanks!!
Phantoms, Christines and mirrors.
Must never go free
Angel of Music by lorraine-schleter
Past the point of no return. No going back now. Our passion play has now At last begun. Past all thought of right or wrong. One final question. How long should we two wait Before we're one? When will the blood begin to race? The sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last Consume us?