phantom of the opera + text posts
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His fingers dig into the soft flesh of her throat, a lethal threat tight with something sentimental, something that urges and presses and can’t surrender. He presses his thumb harder in the soft flesh until breathing gets harder.
“You see what you do to me?”
He whispers, eyes on fire, bright and daring against the endless void. Everything is dark, his features almost invisible in the dim Prussian blue of the night. He leans down and she lies perfectly still, not even a muscle twitches. His lips are dry on her ear.“You bring out the beast in me.”
fashionably late? more like anxiously early
fashionably late? more like anxiously early
when your ship hasn’t had any interaction in 4 seasons but it’s still endgame YOU KNOW IT’S REAL
*wakes up from a nap angry and not knowing what day it is*
Fun fact about Italy: The most traditional Christmas movie in this country is ‘Trading places’.
And I swear to every god out there I’m not kidding. At all.
actually all of my systems are nervous
Me: I should do something with my life
Me: *opens tumblr*
*narrator voice* And here we see the bibliophile, asleep in a pile of books, her natural habitat. If we’re lucky, we may see her finish one and cry.