Monday, October 13, 2008 @5:21 AM
the thing about books and fairy-tale endings is that you start looking for them everywhere. frogs turning into princes, white knights, glass men, magic mirrors, enchanted trees, worlds in wardrobes, talking lions, daemons so you are never truly alone.
magic.
it's escapism, plain and simple. wouldn't you choose another world to live in if you could? one with happily ever after.
I hate that you
can't
tell me it's going to be all right in the end
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