People.

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

It was a Tuesday that had started so well only to end so badly. • The visit of two unwanted guests.

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Locklyle is so precious to me that the rising idea of a fic of Lockwood that is in my head feels like a betrayal.

Anyway, lets keep drinking mate with some biscuits FOR MYSELF AHAHA HAHAHA *maniac laugh*

“what type of tiredness is this? I'm so tired I cant even feel nothing more ”.

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

Esther meets Johanna Constantine one cool autumn night.

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Where new things are learned... And where Esther dies and relives a second time.

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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.

Happy May 4, people! May the Force be with all of you!

I have the little hope that Bellamy's death is a simulation of Bardo.

Excuse me, I will cry again.

What kind of ache is this, that I think of someone holding my face in their hands with softness, and I start to cry.

The sole idea of someone being soft with me shakes my bones. Its scary. But if it ever happens, I would treasure every second of it, like a pirate.

Does that makes sense?

“ A thing you should now is this; someone can stay, but that does not mean that they're truly, completely here. ”

—Unknown

What kind of fan of The Sandman I am that I got a female cat with a little of white in her chest and called her Jessamy.

Dear God.