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alicewonderland999 · 4 years
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The word perfection has a different meaning for everyone. In this life, in this world and in this universe, I cannot find that perfection that I deeply long for. In no possible scenario. For me, perfection is not attainable here and now. That's why I have created my own world in my dreams and thoughts. A world in which good always wins and light and hope illuminate the days. In which everything is possible... For example paranormal, mystical, never-ending hope, total joy in living... I may sound like an idiot and maybe I am disassociating more and more, but it has now become an anchor for me. A sanctuary that I can design as I like. It hurts so much to know that none of this is real and never will be. What a tremendous waste of potential... Physical rules and branded beliefs do not allow this. And since I don't have the strength to end it, never mind to really live, I lie to myself every single day, creating a world that will never be like this. Pathetic ...
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alicewonderland999 · 4 years
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This one wish~
In every lost eyelash that found itself on my hand~ In every shooting star I could catch with my eyes~ Every time someone asked me what I want for birthday~ I saw this dream. It's always the same thought running through my head. It's the only thing that matters to me anymore. The only thing I need to live. I want everything to be fine. I need a happy end. And, if that doesn't work at the moment, at least I want to know whether it will one day or not. I need hope. Hope is the only thing that keeps me alive at this moment...
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alicewonderland999 · 4 years
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Imagine that you are free. Free from this society and free from your limits. What would you do? Would you let your expectations continue to determine your life or would you live the life you always wanted? Were you flying or being held to the bitter bottom of the truth?
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alicewonderland999 · 4 years
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And just like a phoenix, I will rise from the ashes. No matter what they said and no matter how they kept me on the ground. I will fly and be free from their chains. Over and over again. Forever and ever.
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alicewonderland999 · 4 years
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Past~
Do you know this feeling when you recognize that everything will be fine, but you are still attached to the memories that make you doubt it. When you have lost so much and still you don't give up hope, but you cannot separate yourself from the past. When time seems to stand still and you have to play through this suffering again and again. Is there any hope left? And if so, when will time finally run on? When can you detach yourself from the past?
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