Y'all better stop saying that dark is an “German stranger things” because 1. The only thing that share with each other is that a child goes missing but guess what, that’s not from St because they didn’t invented that thing, that’s from IT by Stephen King. 2. I’ve read a lot of theories saying “both shows share a parallel universe there children goes missing” DARK! DOES! NOT! HAVE! AN! UPSIDE-DOWN! is literally time travel so they’re just jumping from a timeline to another. 3. Dark is way more complex than stranger things, even there, Dark is way more original than Stranger things.

And that’s all so please before you say that Dark is a boring stranger things or a German stranger things think a little about how they are related and SPOILER you are going to be amazed by the lack of similarities

finished watching DARK and I’m wondering about the amount of table work the actors had to go through to understand what’s going on and their characters from 1953-2019

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me as a mother

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In short, my dear, dear children, we have forgotten to be happy.

What is more beautiful, my love? Love lost or love found? Don’t laugh at me, my love. I know it, I’m awkward and naive when it comes to love, and I ask questions straight out of a pop song. This doubt overwhelms me and undermines me, my love. To find or to lose? How do I look? All around me, people don’t stop yearning. Did they lose or did they find? I can’t say. An orphan has no way of knowing. An orphan lacks a first love. The love for his mama and papa. That’s the source of his awkwardness, his naiveté. You said to me, on that deserted beach in California, “you can touch my legs.” But I didn’t do it. There, my love, is love lost. That’s why I’ve never stopped wondering, since that day: where have you been? Where you are now? And you, shining gleam of my misspent youth, did you lose or did you find? I don’t know. And I will never know. I can’t even remember your name, my love. And I don’t have the answer. But this is how I like to imagine it, the answer. In the end, my love, we have no choice. We have to find.

Lenny Belardo + smiling

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