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The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.
Juliette Lewis (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Then he was dragged away
The Worth of Hair (A. A. Freeman Book Cover Commission)
Commission. Photoshop. November 2017.
//She could not see his reality//
She called him in to tell him he pisssed of Uncle Dad
Little did she know what he had planned
Repercussions
He decided to wait
“Get thee to a nunn'ry, why woulds't thou be a breeder of sinners?”
Irving Penn. Fishmonger, London. 1950
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They claimed he was crazy
They all think they know why
But have they asked him?
Mood Board: Ophelia and Hamlet
When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.
- William Shakespeare
Song: Heavy in Your Arms
Do they really trust him
Or are they just sell outs?
the true king lays in the shadows
“Tis in my memory locked,
And you yourself shall keep the key of it.”
The trumpets played he agreed
//He was dead, but no one knew why//