“I Am Deathly Sure That Dreams And Hope Are Well Tangled To Each Other; You Would Ask Why. I'll Tell

Yesterday I had the brilliant idea of going to a park and feed the pigeons.

I was hoping for a raven or a woman with curls that talks about Mary Poppins to approach, but there just children running the birds and pigeons that were particulary interested in coming and stand next to me and to look at me with their red eyes.

I quite understand now why Morpheus did that. It's kind of relaxing to have this little entusiastic birds surrounding you while you see them eat. The sound of their wings is quite lovely too.

This is my coping mechanism now.

“who needs a cwtch? Is like a hug, but deeper. It is given with the intention of bringing a safe place. "

—said by someone that truly needs a cwtch.

“Dear Lord adove the heavens, beyond worlds and who always know:

Please, revelate me the mistery of this awful need of being always alone, on my own.

Please, revelate me the understanding of what is wrong in me, or what is wrong around, so I can be able of changing.

Please, just revelate me what I dont deserve to know, so I can finally understand the why of many of my troubles.

I know in my bones that they are not of this plane. I know it because this tiredness is not a human struggle.

Thank you, and may my soul softens and bless you one more time".

"And... How much do you like lockwood and Co? "

Im argentinian and I am having toasts with coffee (cause I dont have earl grey tea. It's like 1.300 pesos that simple little box here) for the first time in my life. I have NEVER had toast for a snack. Thats how.

Random anecdote:

I remember that once my mum asked me what is my type, or, what would I like in a romantic partner. My aunt was there, her sister, that is a year older than me, and she showed interest in the answer I would say.

I showed them both a gif of Lockwood, said that he was my latest fictional crush, and this is how It went;

My mum: really? He's too skinny.

My aunt: yes. If you got to lay in his chest, the boy would broke. Like a spaghetti. Look at his face.

Me: I look at him and I like him and I will not apologize.

My mum: he British?

Me: yes.

My mum: then you can like him all you want. You'l never met him after all.

My aunt: 😧

Me: 🙂

My mum: 😁

In a nutshell, they dont approve my taste.

My mother thinks that Nami is in love with Zoro.

What do I tell to her?

Will I ever stop being something to trade?

I'm a daughter, a grand daughter, a cousin, a nephew, but between them all I'm a person. I have a heart that beats, a mind that works, lungs that breath, dreams that exist...

I'm not a stumbling block, or a channel through that people take advantage of other people. I'm not a burden, or something to just invest in.

I'm a person.

I'm a person! I care, I listen, I see! How can any of you call yourself my family when your love is builded in rage, in hate, in all those awful things that you, family, don't want to let go, cause you feel that you have the right!?

How can you all be so... So... So like this? Like a vampire that sucks my blood and lets me with no energy to move on?

I'm a person, and I'm tired. I'm tired of being trapped between all the hate, all the anger, all the bitter, that you, family, send to each other like a tennis ball.

I'm a person, and so I'm tired, and you are losing me.

If this is what I get to carry your blood, then I don't want it.

I just finished Sweet Tooth.

What do I do with my existence now?

Mahmoud Darwish, King Solomon, Neil Gaiman, Nikita Gill, Mary Oliver, butterflies rising, Lang Leav, rachel h, Alexandra Vasiliu, Shayan Das : *writes masterpieces of stories and poems*

Me: *screaming, crying, suffering, etc. in bilingual frustration* WHY I CANNOT BE YOU

PEOPLE

OHMYGOSH

I FOUND IT

ITS KIND OF HEART-SHAPPED BUT I DON'T FREAKING CARE I FOUND IT

IT WAS WORTH THE 1700 PESOS

IT'S BEAUTIFUL. AND I PUT IT ON. ITS EXACTLY ABOVE MY THROAT JUST LIKE IN THE SERIE.

I FEEL SO HAPPYYYYYYYYYYYYyyyyyyyiii

*passes out*