Moodboard: James Flint
“All this will be for nothing. We will have been for nothing. Defined by their histories, distorted to fit into their narrative, until all that is left of us are the monsters in the stories they tell their children.”
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Moodboard: James Flint
“All this will be for nothing. We will have been for nothing. Defined by their histories, distorted to fit into their narrative, until all that is left of us are the monsters in the stories they tell their children.”
Moodboard: John Silver
“Truth is, there is no story to tell.” “No one’s past is that unremarkable.” “Not unremarkable, just without relevance. A long time ago, I absolved myself from the obligation of finding any. No need to account for all my life’s events in the context of a story that somehow defines me. Events, some of which, no one could divine any meaning from other than that the world is a place of unending horrors. […] You know of me all I can bear to be known. All that is relevant to be known. That is to say, you know my genuine friendship and loyalty. Can that be enough and there still be trust between us?”
Moodboard: Madi
But I hear other voices. A chorus of voices. Multitudes. They reach back centuries. Men and women and children who’d lost their lives to men like you. Men and women and children forced to wear your chains. I must answer to them.
Moodboard: Thomas Hamilton
And He formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed life into his nostrils and man became a living soul. And He beheld all He had created, and He said it was very good. But the Lord beheld the man made in his likeness and He beheld his solitude… and He said, “It is not good that he is alone.“
Moodboard: Eleanor Guthrie
“When the moment finally came, I spilt so much of myself into this place, in that moment I honestly didn’t know where I ended and it began. There may be ways of severing oneself in that way — sacrificing one part to save the other. In that moment, I honestly couldn’t find something sharp enough to make the cut.”
Moodboard: Thalassa AU, or rather, the as of yet unwritten brainchild of @thiccflint, @vaperackham and I where post plantation flinthamilton adopt a kid named Thalassa and they all live happily ever after
Happy birthday @thiccflint i hope u appreciate this ily
Moodboard: Silverflint
When you and I are of the same mind there is nothing we have not yet been able to do. I believe that. I trust it. Do you?
Moodboard: Jack Rackham
A story is true. A story is untrue. As time extends, it matters less and less. The stories we want to believe those are the ones that survive, despite upheaval and transition and progress. Those are the stories that shape history.