Mood: Christine Making Awkward Eye Contact With A Fake Owl During The Worlds Least Sane Picnic Date

GETS ME EVERY TIME

"average person burns 3 candles a year" factoid actualy just statistical error. average person burns 0 candles a year. erik phantomopera, who lives in cellar and burns over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

kiss. (Original by Gustav Klimt)

I have yet again been plagued by The Voices

Watching the POTO (2004) for the first time and I’m starting to notice just how childlike and wounded Erik is. Like the parts especially when he takes Christine to his lair and you see this little guy:

He puts the music box on to wake her up as he’s working and the dolls he’s made of Christine onstage. Just a grown man who still has that young boy inside of him, hidden away from the world, who’s wanted to share his own little world with someone. How lonely life must be down in the lair so he’s created a fantasy of his own to keep going. Oh god, this reminds me so much of my life in college when I didn’t really have anyone to be close to and it just hits so hard for me tbh.

Although honestly a part of this is just so wrong because Erik is isolating Christine from all she’s known, just to subscribe to a fantasy and an ideal version of his own desires. Mainly it’s all ego combined with loneliness, but damn this monkey and all these details are going to be the death of me 😭

"Forbidden kiss"

my century-old great grandfather taking a sip of whatever concoction 8-year-old me brewed for him by using every button on the soda fountain instead of the iced tea he asked for

At the all I ask for you

Christine, Christine…