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her   eyes   scan   the   row   of   pictures.   each   one   marking   the   permanence   of   existing.   “can   i   have   picture?”

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[   SMS   →   MIKE   ]   :   can’t.   nana   sick.

@losesher​   /   text   messages   /    [   📲   •   sms   ]   ——   do   you   wanna   come   over?

[digdugg]

@losesher​

“Are you serious? We just went through this an hour ago.”

[dartmouthed]

“You can’t go in there. No one is allowed in there.”

@losesher​ / yoU cAn’t TeLL mE whAt tO DO, MikE

“I don’t see any sign that says ‘Restricted’, do you?” The boy’s eyebrows raise indignantly. “Look- I know what I saw, and I don’t care what you do, but I’m going in to investigate.” Hands press into the wooden door, causing the rusted hinges to groan in reply. He grimaces. 

“Theoretically though, I’d feel a lot better having a Paladin by my side in case anything goes wrong.” The invitation is earnest, pleading. Dustin isn’t one to let fear get the best of him…

but a creepy old house is still a creepy old house. 

[hawkinsown]

*       001.      ♡'D       !        LOSESHER

❝ look kid,    i  keep  giving  you  free  ice  cream,  i lose my goddamn job,  you  hear  ?   ❞

[clericlost-a]

@losesher​  /  asked WILL  :  ‘ you’re right , i don’t know what i’m talking about . ’

  &  JUST LIKE THAT ,  WIND WASHED OUT OF SAILS ,  limbs left uncoiling anxiety / frustration / slipped sand through hourglass grip ,  NOTHING  left to prop against momentum reels ,  off balance teeter to compensating  (  BACKTRACK ,  STOP  )  pause ,  words caught heavy in swallowed throat for but a moment .  it seems silly ,  now ,  upon single admission  ❛  you’re right  ❜  / why was he upset to begin with ?  (  ST ͓͍̱͒̾̚U ̾͜PI ͇̘̃̓́̑D ͉͋  )  SENSITIVE  open nerves versus scarred flesh ;  one would think he'd have plenty by now .  instead ,  it shrivels back ,  vampire to sunbeam  CONTRITE ,  hands curled to new kind of frustrated fist until knuckles ache  ——  STUPID  ——  ❝  no ,  i  ——  it’s not your fault i can’t just  ——  ❞  just what ?

mere child’s dream ,  longs to be a thing of  FICTION  freed from the present / past / FUTURE ,  indefinite ,  time capsule closed  &  safely buried deep only to never see the light of day .  ❝  LET THINGS GO .  ❞

[abouttiimeadjacent]

      ❝ Hey, kid? Can you tell me what day it is? ❞ He was pretty sure something was off with the DeLorean. He wasn't in Hill Valley anymore, that much was clear, but he didn't seem to be far off from home time-wise. ❝ I've ah, I've been driving. Lost track of time. ❞

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[themonstr]

‵ we’ll never be those kids again. ′

“yes.” her voice is almost a whisper, as she takes his hands in hers. “i want to be normal.”