12:16pm
17th July 2011
I long for the days of limitless imagination. Infinite worlds that formed inside my head. As I grow I can feel the thick blanket of reality being layed over me, ever more stifling. Where is the closet to Narnia? The rabbit that will lead me to Wonderland? My Phantom Tolbooth? My letter from Hogwarts? I want out of this world I feel myself sliding into. Rational thought, logic, consequences, responsibilities, implications, due dates. Money rent tuition fees taxes jobs visas national insurance curriculum vitae cover letter interviews alarm clocks. Alarm fucking clocks.
(Source: idiotequed)