Nights, Because Good Would Be That My Departments Building Allow To Have Pets So I Can Fullfil My Dream

The deepness of somethin' that does not exist.

Where to start. Well, things that does not exist are, for example, myths. Stories. Fantasy. These things that are taken in paper, in songs, in drawings, and in TV programs.

Take for example, the Mystery of the Impossible Girl in Doctor Who. I did not watch the series, yet I plan to, but here is what I know: Its the story of a girl that stepped into a portal by choice and broke herself into millions of pieces that did a diaspora around space and time. Every single one of those pieces, for as far as I know, saved the Doctor. Wherever or whenever, the Doctor was there, and Clara was too. And well then, I could have never thought of such story.

It allowed me to understand, in a way, how willing someone can be in order to save someone they love.

And it was romantically dont dare to say otherwise.

This event, thing, does not exist in real life, and thats what makes it deep. Time travels, girls that broke into millions of pieces in order to save one person, a payphone cabin that can travel across space and time. And more.

The beauty it has is that it does not exist. It comes from a part of ourselves that is unknown, and powerful, and that dreams a lot. Because of that very reason, it needs to be free, and takes the form of stories, of songs, of drawings, of TV shows. This things that does not exist allows is to explore the probabilities, to defy the limits, to live beyond universes. And that deepness also allows us to understand what does exist.

Its beautiful, to realize this. To be aware that, even if these stories, creatures, TV shows and else doesn't exist, they got to actually exist, in paper, in music, on a screen.

How else, would have we seen, or hearken, or live, through them?

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*

It came to my mind that Morpheus is not better than Roderick Burgess.

That man trapped him in a Christmas decoration and took advantage of it by using his tools till the literal end of his days.

I remember that I was so pissed off because of this, cause, c'mon, by the greed of one man, countless people paid.

But then, I saw 1.04, where Nada does her aparition, and for a moment, hated Morpheus.

I hated him. So much.

As a dreamer myself, I felt dissapointed at a way I never thought I could be.

I also realized that Morpheus may be the word "Dream" into a man, but he, himself, is not a dreamer.

And how sad it is. How sad it was for me at least, that growed fond of this character, to see this proud, selfish and unforgiving part of him. To see that he is, by far, worse that the man that trapped him. To see that he represents dreams, but he himself is not a dreamer. I suppose that it is part of the charm of his depressed and pale self, after all.

At least Teleute scold 'im and he went to set Nada free, and made sure that she would live an amazing life.

At least in that last action, Morpheus is better, cause he at least choose to be.

And as a dreamer, that made me proud of him, at the end.

We don't belong to this world.

We were meant to fly, to ride dragons or to reach the stars.

We were meant to know, to read stories never told, or to understand strange mysteries.

We were meant to travel, to cross horizons or to find what no one ever found.

We were meant to dream, to wander across realities, or to make history.

Why not all of them? And more.

We were meant to more. So how did we end up here, how is that we strayed from home.

So, as I say first,

We don't belong to this world.

More people like this in the world please

How Animals Eat Their Food

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you where meant to be mine); Chapter Two.

She scrapes her knees as she makes it out of the passageway.

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Where Esther lifts the poker a second time.

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read here on ao3.

People.

Lets fight:

Which one should be the type of flower that Lockwood would give to Lucy?

I personally think that they both are beyond that sick with lavender, so the wisteria it should be, but it usually blooms in Korea, as the ss says.

Lets be honest Lockwood would definately travel to Korea AT FOOT to get this flowers if he wants to give 'em to Lucy.

Yet, I would like to get to a common agreement with all of you.

So, lets make the question again:

Which flower do you think Lockwood would give to Lucy?

I miss those times. When childhood made everything brighter, when I used to feel safe with you. I miss all of it, I miss that version of you. But now you left childhood behind, or maybe, just left me behind. And all I want is to rip your throat with my teeth because I don't understand how could you just leave after all we shared. And because of that:

You owe me.

I'm not proud this, but I hope that the memories that haunt me haunts you too.

I bet you'd figured, I'd pass with the winter, be something easy to forget.

—Olivia Rodrigo.

You were my first best friend and my first love. I suppose that's why it hurted more when you left without a word.

Were you afraid of me loving you? You were my friend. Of course I loved you. Was it so difficult? To tell me you didn't feel the same and to make peace? I would have acepted it.

I love my brain when this kinda things come to real.

Douglas Abbot (sweet tooth) is based in Doflamingo and PERIODT.