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Zodiac signs as Shakespeare quotes

Aries: Cowards die many times before their deaths, the valiant never taste of death but once.
Taurus: Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
Gemini: What’s in a name? A rose by any name would smell as sweet.
Cancer: Talking isn’t doing. It is a kind of good deed to say well, and yet words are not deeds.
Leo: But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Virgo: The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.
Libra: Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Scorpio: These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die- like fire and powder- which, as they kiss, consume.
Sagittarius: Give me my robe, put on my crown, I have immortal longings in me.
Capricorn: It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves.
Aquarius: The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
Pisces: I love you with so much of my heart, that none is left to protest.

The signs as different Phantoms of the Opera.

korealchemist:

Aries: 2004 Gerard Butler’s Phantom
Taurus: 1962 Herbert Lom’s Phantom
Gemini: 1974 Jack Cassidy’s Phantom
Cancer: 1998 Julian Sands’ Phantom
Leo: 1911 Gaston Leroux’s Phantom
Virgo: 1990 Charles Dance’s Phantom
Libra: 1986 Michael Crawford’ s Phantom
Scorpio: 1989 Robert Englund’s Phantom
Sagittarius: 1925 Lon Chaney’s Phantom
Capricorn: 1983 Maximillian Schell’s Phantom
Aquarius: 1974 William Finley’s Phantom
Pisces: 1943 Claude Rains’ Phantom

inkskinned:

the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones – he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus – it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you – but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.

You wake up in Eriks house and have his mask in your hand. You have no clue how or why you go there. What do you do?

phantom-of-the-keurig:

Easy, I immediately place the mask on my own face and complete my dream of becoming the phantom.

I then forcibly kick Erik from his underground home and reclaim it as mine.

I am the Opera Ghost now. I live a happy life locked away in complete solitude and occasionally haunt the good folks of the opera house.

gravelyhumerus:

fun bilingual things

– you know the word in second language but not first
– your notes sometimes are in both languages at once. some words are quicker to write than their equivalents
– phone autocorrects to wrong language
– the words that are the same but slightly different in your two languages are always spelled the wrong way. no matter what.
– certain memories only available in one language
– music genres?? u like maybe alternative and pop music in your first language but like rap and musical theatre in your second
– u know what verb tenses are called in your second language but not in your first
– saying bullshit like “close the lights please” because it’s idiomatically correct but not in english