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work me to death

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a sketch of henry in today's outfit! flannel and corduroy is always a winning combo

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the listener

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Cunty Little Henry That Drinks All Your Pepsi And Calls You A Bitch

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note:)

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henry’s screaming internally

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hi, yes, I would like to honestly see Bronev or the Masked Gentleman and like the good sides of them tryna break free maybe? if that's too difficult, just one of the two is okay!

i may have, once again, gone just a little overboard

[Image ID: A digital painting of, from left to right, Randall Ascot as the Masked Gentleman, Teen Randall, and Craggy Dale Randall, all in front of a black background. Each Randall has their own halo that is slightly melting. The Masked Gentleman does not have his mask, wig, or hat, and is staring down at his hands, which are covered in blood. He is visibly distressed. His coattails blow behind him and one of his wings is visible, stretching out to the right. Light is cast on him from below. Teen Randall is behind him, drawn from the chest up from behind the wing and in profile facing the right, holding his head high and smirking, looking back at the Masked Gentleman. He is cast in a softer, golden light from above. Craggy Dale Randall is drawn slouching and also from the chest up and in profile to the right, behind the other Randalls, holding up one hand with sand in his palm that is trickling out. He is drawn in a dimmer light with harsher shadows. The edges of the black canvas are colored a dark teal. Dark grey text at the top reads, with no spaces between the words or punctuation, "What have I done? You died! When you come back, you will never be the same." /.End ID.]

(accompanying poem below the cut)

what did i do?

you died.

why couldn't i live longer?

the truth is something you do not deserve

the truth is that the world should've moved on without you

you know this already.

so all you can do is rebuild

so lay down your sword,

farmer,

and shape yourself into the world you thought you left

and become a parody of yourself,

martyr,

be a symbol

or die trying.

sink into me and know yourself.

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on usefulness. on becoming both the blade and the lamb

tumblr user @/divorcefemme // Anaïs Nin // tumblr user @/willowcrowned // Mitski, “I Don’t Smoke” // Lilith Kerr, "bite back" (from unloving the knife)

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one time i said henry looks like pewdiepie and now i have no friends and my wife left me

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I must do my homework!!!!

HELP MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! D-’:

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「砂漠が美しいのは」

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he’s so loved!!!!!

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Two amazing on-model Henries by はっか!

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making another preview post in a higher quality image for my piece for the @laytonzine

Digital and physical copies available at http://professorlaytonzine.bigcartel.com

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[レイトン]手ブロとらくがきまとめ by muku