What If We Rewrite The Stars... (Say You Were Meant To Be Mine); Chapter Six.

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.

If Pedro Pascal doesnt do the voice of Gabriel O'Hara if he ever comes to appear in BTSV, I'm gonna make a revolution.

Thank you for your time. Adiós.

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.

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.

I feel pride of myself and my Internet.

Because its name is ImpossibleGirl.

And its password is RYCBARM123.

Run You Clever Boy And Remember Me.

I never watched Doctor Who, but I spoiled myself and I loved every single thing. I just need to find where to watch it without getting a virus into my laptop/tablet.

Any website where I can watch the series?

Okey, some words:

I was expecting Hades to be... Well, like un the books, but I actually like this version of him. Fits some headcannons of mine, and well, when you have a whole family that is the personification of Drama, you decide to be relaxed, so I relate to this version of his jsjs.

Also Cerberus >>>>

And Poseidon coming at the second Sally dropped the match >>>>>

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*

There is no second beside you that feels like wasted time.

—Unknown.

Why. Explain me why.

Netflix seriously canceled THIS???

Nights, because good would be that my departments building allow to have pets so I can fullfil my dream of having a Maine Coone called Morpheus/Oneiros that I would embrace like a teddy bear everytime I feel like life has no meaning.