If living means bowing down to the
likes ofyou bastards, I’d rather die on my
[ feet ] with my ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜɪɢʜ.
melodyIf living means bowing down to the
likes ofyou bastards, I’d rather die on my
[ feet ] with my ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜɪɢʜ.
—but oh, you poor pitiful helpless worthless child
did you really think for a moment?
that you actually had a [c h o i c e] in life?
Learn to be quiet about your misery
And keep your sadness in the dark.Because, my dear…
Nobody cares about your broken fragile heart.
—{ and at that very moment…
everything { s h a t t e r e d }
Evening Dress with Detachable Sleeves, ca. 1850-52
via The Met