it's nothing personal sometimes i paint myself several shades of catastrophe, but it's only because those hues are cheapest at the drug store...More Like This
people sometimes mistake her for careless, but that has never been the case. she cares in ways that turn the universe inside out and seasick; she cares in ways that don't make sense. sometimes though, she is selfish, but that is worlds away from "careless." she makes the distinction between the two states readily, but understands that others need more convincing.
she is selfish. she takes and takes and expects, but gives little because her tries are always deficient. she only wants to be happy -- and what could be more selfish than that?
it is why she fears driving, because she knows she treats herself like a crash test dummy. it is why she peels her heart like an orange and finds a shriveled apple core instead. it is why she feels
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Erik was feeling remarkably cheerful. In fact he was fighting the urge to rub his hands together with delight.
Today was his favourite day of the entire year, second only to Halloween.
Today was April Fool's day.
He sat at his organ, leaning his head on one hand, the fingers of the other idly picking out a quiet, jaunty tune. Apart from the occasional flickering candle flame his fingers were the only movement in the half-light. The shadows played softly on the porcelain whiteness of his mask. He automatically wrote down the sequence of notes he had just played, he would perhaps work on them later; see if he could mould them into something more professional.
He was thinking up ways to wreak havoc at the Opera Populaire. Even more than he already did on a day to day basis. He did it every year, regular as clockwork. Well, I've got to kee