I consider myself to be a pretty grounded person. I tend to keep things in perspective and, although I'm positive, I can accept when things don't go my way and move on. But there's a part of me, a little crazily-imaginative part of me that cannot help but crave the unreachable.
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Peter Pan (2003) |
On down days I will sit there and genuinely wish Peter Pan would come along and take me to Neverland, or a White Rabbit with pink eye would run close by me and I'd chase after it. Reading is my escapism. I don't know why it works so well but there are days that I wish I could just fall into a story.
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Tangled (2010) |
I crave the romance, the magic, the purity, the weirdness, the... abnormality of it all. I love my life, I love my family and I love my friends but sometimes - just sometimes - I like to pretend to be someone else. I want to be the girl who a magical boy who has the wildest dreams wants to come away with him, I want to be the girl that find herself somewhere completely new and crazy but fits in completely. I want to be the girl who is saved from a tower and taken to a lake full of Chinese lanterns.
The other part of me knows how stupidly wishful and silly it is to think like that but I guess there's just a little bit of me that wants the happy ending, the magic and the escape.
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