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

"There is a lot to unpack when you have a relationship with yourself"

Mobius, you are a treasure.

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.

People.

Look at this.

The meanings of names and surnames.

For example:

George: Farmer; earthworker.

Casper: Treasurer.

Karim: Dignified.

So, technically, George Casper Karim means "the farmer of the dignified treasure".

Not so bad, it makes some sense.

Now, Lockwood.

Anthony: priceless one.

John: God is gracious.

Lockwood: forest near the fortified place.

So Anthony John Lockwood is called "The priceless one of the grace of God from the forest near the fortified place".

Now, Lucy.

Lucy: light.

Joan: God is gracious.

Carlyle: Fortress, stronghold, castle.

So, Lucy Joan Carlyle means "The light of the grace of God from the fortress".

What the....

Carlyle... Fortress... Lockwood... Forest near to the-

*gasp in argentinian*

OH

MY

PRICELESS

GOD.

“i could swear i can live a million lifes aside you and never get tired of that dreamy gleam in your eyes. ”

—The Solivagant.

More people like this in the world please

How Animals Eat Their Food

Precious people from Tumblr:

I am in need of your help.

See, I've been searching for pdfs of The Sandman Comics and none of the websites I found were safe. Do any of you all knows any website where I can download all the volumes without getting a virus in my phone?

I would preffer 'em in Spanish, yet if they are in English, you'll find no complain from me.

I would buy 'em, since I found a comic store with all the series, yet I have two reasons why:

One, they price is the one of a human eye in the black market, which is understandable.

Two, my mother would choke me with sand since these comics are called "The Sandman" for that very reason.

Yet, if any of you can help me, I would be grateful beyond reason.

Take a mate con miel, and thanks in advance.

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

—Unknown.

My mother 'n I watching the first part of opla 1.05:

Sanji: *appears*

Me: Má, I present to you, my psychological experiment.

My mother: You like him?

Me: *blushing* NO. HE'S TRAUMATIZED. AND I NEED TO FIND OUT EXACTLY HOW HE MANAGED TO COPE THO-

Sanji: *kicks those costumers that were causing trouble*

My mother: I understand now why you chose him as your psychological experiment.

Me: 😦

Sanji: *flirts with Nami*

Zoro: *makes fun of it*

My mother: the Rorono jelous?

Me: Oh God.

How tiredness works.

Its funny, how tiredness works. When you are tired at the point that your bones cry. You let everything go. The pain, the ire, the pride. You are so tired that that tiredness corrodes all that burden, from inside to outside. That is my way to tell you that I forgive you.

—The Solivagant.

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?