northern girl, autumnborn, strange & sparkly, stubbornly full of hope, overemotional optimist, hopeless romantic. has probably touched glitter today.

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Maestro: Every time you say that you're terrible, an angel suffocates and dies slowly...so stop saying it.
That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

- The Descendants (via joytootheworld)

ൠ, Erik
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ൠ - random headcanon

Modern!Erik headcanon, because he occupies about as much space as Leroux!Erik does. The gist could probably apply to a young Leroux!Erik, too, though.

Erik can be a bit of a lush and often takes far too much wine with dinner, which promotes an urgent need to communicate his genius at the cost of grossly deteriorated musical judgment. This usually results in him taking a seat at the piano to sing and play lovesick songs for a couple hours.

The Daroga, when bored or particularly annoyed with Erik, keeps Erik’s glass aggressively topped off at meals in the hope of expanding his collection of blackmail material. His recent favorite includes a sublime but utterly embarrassing video recording of Miley Cyrus’ “Wrecking Ball,” but it will never top the VHS he recorded in the 90’s shortly after Erik saw Titanic


Chad Michael Ward


Cute music terms to name your children:

  • Viola
  • Harmony
  • Melody
  • Cadence
  • Carol
  • Hymn
  • Celeste
  • Clef
  • Agitato
  • Oboe Player
  • F Sharp
  • Barbaro
  • Plagal
  • Smorzando
  • ii♭ 6-4
  • Canon in inversion and augmentation

Not sorry about the fact that my Instagram is going to be taken over by cat pictures. 

maestro: do you want to learn how to ROCK?!?!!
me: ...
maestro: \m/ wooooooooo!!


Someone: Hey do you have any funeral-appropriate clothing?

Me: Sweetie I’m a musician my entire closet is funeral-appropriate.

Real love is being haunted! If you don’t love me enough to dig up my corpse you can go home.


Actual Gothic Heroine Wilhelminamurray of Tumblr (via rin-tohsaka)

# word to my homies out on the moors

(via wilhelminamurray)

Hi! I just started following you today but I already love you and your story is so beautiful I think it's so cute that you call him Maestro and when I read it, and right now again, I am crying, I'm so happy for you, but you must tell me how you met him and when you knew he was the one for you I want the whole romantic beautiful story!
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First of all, YOU SWEET DARLING YOU, THIS IS SUCH A SWEET MESSAGE I CAN’T EVEN DEAL WITH IT?!  It was so lovely of you to go out of your way to send something like this, my heart is just fit to burst with all the love I’ve been feeling lately. <33333333333333

And oh good golly gosh…this could get quite long!  

We met while we were in high school - I joke that he’s both my Erik and my Raoul, since he’s a composer/pianist/music teacher/general antisocial Mr. Grumpy Gills, but he’s also my first love. ^^;;;; He was super into me and pined away for me from afar for a really long time while I had a crush on someone else. I was still getting over my crush when we first began dating, but one day everything just clicked and fell into line like “oh, gosh, that’s exactly it.” I remember the exact moment it happened - I saw him playing from across the room and my eyes opened and my heart opened and I just went “oh.”

…to make what still apparently wants to be a very long story slightly shorter, we had a very tempestuous relationship and we broke up that summer.  We tried to be friends, but the romantic attachment never went away, so we stopped being friends. We tried to move on, since we’d broken each other’s hearts.

He got engaged to someone else, I got engaged to someone else. He broke it off with her, I broke it off with my ex a year or so afterwards (two months before the wedding - that’s a different story for a different time).  We reached out to each other during these times, but during my crisis he was my constant, the rock that kept me steady without asking for anything in return. Of course, he was still in love with me (and I him!) but I didn’t want to admit either of those things at the time. 

A year after that, we started dating again, and it’s been…how do I even describe it? It’s basically magic.  We challenge each other emotionally, intellectually, and artistically; we have more fun together than we have any right to.  We’re temperamentally very different, but the same drives motivate us. 

I knew - we both knew - because it was always sort of as if we’d already worked it all out somewhere.  That it was always going to happen this way, despite the tempestuousness and the strange way our neuroses interact. It just is, and it always was. 

(This feels like the time to mention that I have a maestro tag for things having to do with him and things that remind me of him, and a the muse and her maestro tag for “us” type things. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO TUMBLR SAVIOR THESE TAGS!!!! I am sure they will be getting a lot of use!)

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