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Новые фото Джейми Кэмпбелл Бауэра для Wonderland Magazine

Fellow Henry babes please don’t hate me for thinking this edit is a bit funny with the caption and song choice! I know we ALL love that face when he looks up from the floor 🤭🎀❤️‍🔥🥰

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JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER in Stranger Things (2016-) and his baby boy. baby → evil transformation

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This whole poem and short film was so powerful that I wrote a whole feature length one in my head about this character.

“I chose to love you in silence, for in silence I found no rejection. I chose to love you in my dreams, for in my dreams, you were only mine”

CAER by Robert Kouba

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Some of my favorite Henry Creel screenshots, you’re welcome

Classic gem from Jamie 😂 Hopefully he’s still not dealing with struggles like this 😂

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Dear Jane (011)

Maybe — I am the bad guy — a monster. Alice was the golden child. I was the embarrassment. A dirty secret that Father ignored. He turned a blind eye to Mother’s abuse until he was truly blinded. A fitting demise to a feeble minded man. The one who walked down the street proudly with my sister in one arm and, that whore he called a wife. I was bastardized. Left behind to keep up the pace — but never too close. Brenner was no different. A meager man poaching me for his own selfish ambitions. The lab was not an escape — it was the same abuse, neglect and exploitation. Flayer horrors my mind concocted — when it was my headspace at all. No one knows what it’s like. But you, you understand. Don’t you? I want you to understand, Jane. Hurting them, was protecting you. I need for you to see me. Your freedom is how I love, my reckoning. The beauty to my beast. Maybe I had to be bad — to keep you good.

Yours,

Henry (001)