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He'd come because he was desperate. He'd come because of lavender and black tea. He'd come because giving her up was too painful. He'd come because he was mad. And this madness had spun ideas of an Alice all pink and blue, not pale and frail, buried in some box. She had never liked small spaces. Said her thoughts and thus her head were much too large for any kind of confinement. Hatter found more often than not that he agreed.

He agreed with her a lot - even when she stood at the foot of his bed while he laid in a haze of opiates and alcohol. In fact he had agreed with her on the train over when she sat next to him in a bloodied dress and told him that coming here was a dark and wonderful idea. She'd been gone when he turned back from the window to argue. And with no one to argue with Hatter simply continued his journey.

Until it brought him here. Right here. Right to this moment as he sat on the counter in the kitchen of the red team making some of his famous chocolate chip pancakes, a spatula in one hand and a cigarette in another. He bopped along to some Ramones song playing in his head, drowning out the whispers and the words.

There was a shift in the air that you could only recognize while on drugs, the uppers making him aware of everything around him. Hatter nodded toward the stack of already made pancakes that towered rather high on the counter without looking up.

                    “ Help yourself. I always plan for a full party at tea. ”

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C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

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heathers aesthetics - jason dean

hey, mr. no name kid, say who might you be? and could you fight for me?

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Jefferson + Aesthetics

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“I’m not in love, so don’t forget it It’s just a silly phase I’m going through…”

I see her everywhere. I see her in my past, I see her in my present and for the first time maybe I can hope that I will see her in my future too. I wish I could say something. I wish I could tell her everything.  But when she looks at me I’m frozen, I’m lost, I’m a five years old boy again who can’t say a word to a girl. And yet, when she looks at me, I feel like she already knows everything that I can’t say.  So I just look back at her. And oh boy, If you could see what I see…

… you would be in love too.