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

When you are a child, indifferent to harsh reality, dreams are a big part of your life. They provide you with entertainment, ambition, and - the most precious of all - hope.

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Death tells a short yet important story, and Esther understands.

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

Amara takes them to what is a nearby cemetery.

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Revelations, some acussations... And theories. Lots of theories.

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Random anecdote:

I remember that once my mum asked me what is my type, or, what would I like in a romantic partner. My aunt was there, her sister, that is a year older than me, and she showed interest in the answer I would say.

I showed them both a gif of Lockwood, said that he was my latest fictional crush, and this is how It went;

My mum: really? He's too skinny.

My aunt: yes. If you got to lay in his chest, the boy would broke. Like a spaghetti. Look at his face.

Me: I look at him and I like him and I will not apologize.

My mum: he British?

Me: yes.

My mum: then you can like him all you want. You'l never met him after all.

My aunt: 😧

Me: 🙂

My mum: 😁

In a nutshell, they dont approve my taste.

This. This is it. The treasure. The beggining. Lets go people! If Loockwood and Co. beated Marissa Fittes, we can beat Netflix!

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Taken from the l&co discord

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.

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?

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

—Unknown.

A scene that changes lifetimes.

the strawhats & their dreams

There is a reason why i've never liked anime, and it was because there some things I couldn't understand of 'em, that made me get lost in the inconmensurability of the story, and inmediatly drop it.

Well, turns out, that changed today.

I watched the new Netflix show One Piece, the eight episodes, in a row, with my aunt.

Let's just say, I intend to hold on to this story, and never let it go. I understood it, I followed it, I feel in love with it, and that is all I need.

Now lets just keep it near, and get into this fandom. Hehe.