Just rewatched rwrb again (I don't feel I took it in much, another rewatch is definitely needed this week) and I had a LOT of thoughts about various things (that I've forgotten and hope they come back to me asap) but all I can focus on now is how Henry started the movie as HRH Prince Henry, decked out in his full morning coat and tie and medals and royal orders, ready to play the part of the doting brother and the perfect Prince of England's Hearts with all eyes -- and cameras -- on him and he ended it as Henry Fox, the person he was so afraid to let show in fear he'd vanish for good, dressed in a soft t shirt, comfy joggers and trainers about to enter Alex's House, a place he never thought he'd ever get to see in his wildest dreams; after walking around in Austin with his boyfriend and holding his hand in public and it didn't matter who saw them, safe with the knowledge that Henry Fox won't be vanishing any time soon and is wanted and loved and valued and welcomed in the world and is seen by the person he loves the most?
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From Jean Cocteau to Jean Marais, 1939:
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for having saved me. I was drowning and you threw yourself into the water without hesitation, without a backward look.
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waterloo letters | Re: Bad metaphors about maps
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