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⚔ My “moodboard” - Black Sails edition: basically 1715% done with the world (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ︵┻━┻
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“This place - this life that we've been living here, it doesn't feel like living anymore. I can't be alone in feeling this way. Some part of you must feel it, too.”
“Things will get better here. I promise you they will.”
Whisper whisper in the dark tell me what you see poisoned by your fly infested poetry Liar liar on the wall give the world to me a w a s t e l a n d or a m o n a r c h y Liar liar, tell me what you see...
I shine when the sun is down and carry this heavy crown I won't compromise R e l e a s e m e
"You have heard of this F l i n t , I suppose?" "Heard of him!" cried the squire. "Heard of him, you say! He was the blood-thirstiest buccaneer that sailed. Blackbeard was a child to Flint. The Spaniards were so prodigiously afraid of him that, I tell you, sir, I was sometimes proud he was an Englishman. I've seen his topsails with these eyes, off Trinidad, and the cowardly son of a rum-puncheon that I sailed with put back—put back, sir, into Port of Spain." "Well, I've heard of him myself, in England," said the doctor. "But the point is, had he money?" " M o n e y !" cried the squire. "Have you heard the story? What were these villains after but money? What do they care for but money? For what would they risk their rascal carcasses but money?"
(Treasure Island - Chapter VI: The Captain’s papers)
“So you think that they see me as the v i l l a i n in this particular s t o r y ?”
"No matter how many lies we tell ourselves, no matter how many stories we convince ourselves we're part of, we're all just thieves awaiting a noose."