Pagliacci

[scapigliato]

It looks like there is a storm coming, and I hope to God that it do so tonight. I’ve longed so much for a stormy night; there is nothing like it. I intend on going home, lighting some candles, incense, and listening to opera at full blast. Today I find this insatiable urge to listen to Leoncavallo’s Pagliacci, I cannot think of anything else.

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[rainyspirits]

Jealous.