My problem isn’t that my favorite characters aren’t real; it’s that I’m not fictional. I don’t want them to be real. What I desperately wish is that I could be fictional with them. It’s not that I want them here with me in this mundane and ordinary world; it’s that I want to join them in their extraordinary one.
my dad always used to refer to my mum as “the most beautiful woman in the world” and i always thought that was kind of dumb, because i could look at my mum and know for sure that she was not the most beautiful woman in the world, not even by far and i always thought that my dad was just saying that to be nice. and then one day i met the most beautiful woman in the world.
in my english class we have to fill in this chart and say how many hours we’ve been on the computer or watching tv and say what we’re doing and why and my friend looked at me and said “you should probably lie a little.”