PEACE WAS NEVER AN OPTION

i'll tear the myths apart, i'll chew them up and spit them out. we are not gods and monsters, we are humans...all alone and we tell a weak and fragile tale that isn't spun by creatures above. i've become quite aware of the fact that i cannot reach the heavens by standing on my tiptoes and wishing with all my might ( though god, i wish i could ) and i cannot change this fact with pretty words that i s t r u g g l e to rip off the tip of my tongue. i just can’t romanticize the hopelessness of man’s plight and i don’t know where i’m going, the fates have yet to let me in. like icarus, i’m tempted by the brilliance and the vastness of the sky but i’ve no wings and i cannot fly MAGNETO

[boseman-chadwick]

Charlie Heaton photographed by Mitchell Nguyen McCormack for DAMAN, October 2017

[flawlessgentlemen]

When I see my old mates they will say, ‘You’re doing well, good on you!’ It kind of blows their minds — it blows my mind too! I sometimes think, ‘What am I doing standing on this red carpet?’ It’s hard to believe. You just tell yourself, ‘Just play along and hopefully no one will notice!’