i was ripped to shreds from the inside out

He remembered their godswood; the tall sentinels armoured in their grey-green needles, the great oaks, the hawthorn and ash and soldier pines, and at the centre the heart tree standing like some pale giant frozen in time. He could almost smell the place, earthy and brooding, the smell of centuries, and he remembered how dark the wood had been even by day. That wood was Winterfell. It was the north. I never felt so out of place as I did when I walked there, so much an unwelcome intruder. He wondered if the Greyjoys would feel it too. The castle might well be theirs, but never that godswood. Not in a year, or ten, or fifty. — Tyrion Lannister [A Clash of Kings, Chapter 49 Tyrion XI]

Stranger Things 3 | Official Trailer — July 4th

↳ in the profound darkness of certain nights i have seen the sky streaked with so many trailing sparks that it seemed to me a great gale must be blowing through the outer heavens (antoine de saint-exupery)