John Berkey’s final painting for the Star Wars novelisation cover artwork (top) and rough studies (below)
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John Berkey’s final painting for the Star Wars novelisation cover artwork (top) and rough studies (below)
There's been lot of white people telling me how I should feel/handle racism and racist lately, and I don't know how to feel about it.
Somewhere where people aren't so quick to stomp on your weaknesses.
He puts the cold barrel of the gun into his mouth. Is this worth it. Will this subside. Will this end.
Two Years
It was just another summer day until she walked in the room the air changed in his lungs surrounded by strange faces and the cheering of a stadium
They sat in a small dim lit room in a french themed diner they exchanged words that felt like they would never change.
Surrounded by strange creatures, hungry for attention. And yet bright meaningful smiles crossed both of their faces. They stared into each other’s eyes oblivious to everything else around them. It was all they needed. It was more than enough.
Fast forward two years and things are astray hearts are heavy as he stares into her eyes Questions of doubt loomed over the both of them
yet neither replied.
Under a small roof, the two were estranged where did time go. Two different years, yet two different fears. Desire to be something more. But lost in the desire to be something else.
Goodbye friend. Goodbye lover. They weren’t built for this Falling asleep in an empty room the gentle buzz of the television slumbered him off to sleep. Grazed only by the feeling of remorse
He screams at her to understand she screams back there’s nothing more Two years was too long She’ll haunt him in his dreams tonight Her song will call into the wild But she’ll haunt him in his dreams tonight.
two broken bodies with no desire to change Constantly on his mind. Constantly on his mind.
A soul strong enough to carry all the broken-hearted.
I hope you find time to find someone who will love you as much as you've deserved this whole time.
In another life. At another time.
All of this hard work and stress will work out. It has to. Then I won't need you anymore.
And she asked him to hold her hand before they went to dream. So if it was there they met, they would never be lost.
Forever. 💖
"Let's keep making the same mistakes over and over and feel foolish every time" -me since 89.
I vividly dreamt someone else made you smile the way I used to make you smile so I choked him out because it hurt so bad. Nothing feels right while trying to do the right thing.
And all the while, I never stopped thinking about you.
At one point in our lives, I loved you more than I could ever love anyone or anything else. Now you are but a stranger.
All I wanted then was solitude, but now this silence is deafening.
FUCK YOU, 2016
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