F. Scott Fitzgerald // Charles Bukowski
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I am so lost in my imagination I forget the reality. When I'm sad, depressed and hopeless I think of my comfort characters and just hope that the world I created in my mind will somehow become a new reality. That some magic happens, a portal opens and I go to the worlds I designed. I never wanted to be here. I am hoping this since I was 5 years old. I want to be somewhere else since forever. I've never been here.
And the sad thing is, that I know that it will never happen. I know that I'm stuck in here. In this world. But I don't wanna believe it. I just can't. I will never experience the things my characters do in these worlds. The adventures. The feelings. The relationships. Magic. Supernatural things and Sci-Fi. All this. Just things that take me out of this world.
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my mind is about to explode
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