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they made an odd picture, knocking on the door to 3A: MITCH, towering and tattooed; VICTOR in head-to-toe black—less like a thief and more like a parisian, groomed and elegant—and SYDNEY, sandwiched between them, in blue leggings and a large red coat.

I’m cookie dough. I’m not done baking. I’m not finished becoming who ever the hell it is I’m gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize I’m ready. I’m cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat or enjoy warm, delicious, cookie me, then that’s fine. That’ll be then. When I’m done.

Does it get easier? Elliot thought, looking at her still pale face. Or is it just that you shut doors in your own heart and never open them again for fear of what is behind them?

- Donna Tartt

Even in the Future the Story Begins with Once Upon a Time

You'll never recover from that kind of devotion. — Leah Horlick

Stranger things character posters → the monster hunting trio

November 6th, 1983, HAWKINS, INDIANA.

HOUSE OF GUINNESS — 1.05

Costume Details + Wicked: For Good

“ "You know, Dafydd had visions of you," he said. "but I've had dreams." I stopped, my hand on the latch, and looked over my shoulder. "I never had visions of you, like he did." Tal's chest rose and fell. "But the visions were just magic Osian gave him. My dreams about you- those were mine." ”

Watts Cemetery Chapel in Compton, Guildford

Why must mortals always be solving mysteries? What is the point of life if everything is pinned and labelled in some display case? You scholars should aim to discover more mysteries, not untangle them.