And so I grew from colt to stallion, as wild as reckless as thunder over the land. Racing with the eagle, soaring with the wind.
Flying? There were times I believed I could
do people think this is like really romantic or something he can’t hold her because he has fucking scissors for hands
no people think it’s really fucking sad ‘cause he loves her and cant hold her because he has SCISSORS FOR HANDS
“Finally, in October 1945, a man with swampy eyes, feathers of hair, and a clean-shaven face walked into the shop. He approached the counter. “Is there someone here by the name of Leisel Meminger?”
"Yes, she’s in the back," said Alex. He was hopeful, but he wanted to be sure. "May I ask who is calling on her?"
Leisel came out.
They hugged and cried and fell to the floor.”
Phantom of the Opera by Greg Hildebrandt
oh God! what have i done?!
THIS IS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER
i’m offically done
This is how I feel singing the end of the title song.