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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?
I have seen there is people that are making introductions of themselves, so, I wanted to do the same:
Call me Zia. Just Zia 😃.
I identify as a menace to society. My pronouns are try/me/she/hers.
Im still trying to understand that childhood is over and by that I mean I was born in 2005 and having 18 feels like having 14. At least for me. The only difference is that you understand different things and there are a bunch of responsabilities that now that you have 'em, you regret thinking they were cool.
I'm Christian, and well, just something to have in mind 🥰. Its hard by the way, but no regret jsjs.
Im argentinian, which means im bilingual. Yet, I prefer English. Even my thoughts are in english.
Im in too many fandoms I lost the count.
Same with fictional crushes, which I'm glad they teach me what to want and what to avoid.
Entirely heterosexual btw 😄
The only things I drink are water, Pepsi, a native drink called Mate, different flavors of tea, and coffee. Sometimes with milk, other alone. My favorite Starbucks order is Mocka, often hot (when it's cold weather), often cold (when it's hot weather).
Music taste can go from Un Corazón to Celtic Woman. Be aware of it if you wanna be friends.
Tried to edit once, turns out im only kinda good at writing.
Only child, prepare for sarcarsm.
Tangerines are ✨✨✨
Pepsi >> Coca Cola.
I suppose thats all. If I think of something else, it shall be here.
Alexa, play "I Lived" by One Republic.
Devotion.
You know, we were teached that this marvelous yet strange thing is blind respect and admiration, generaly towards a deity. It is wrong.
So, you may ask, what is devotion? It is defying who you love to be better, to reach their whole potential and to stay with them even when they push you away.
So no, my dear, devotion is not a religious trate, but unconditional love. You will know this better once you find someone you know in your bones that can be better, and as such, you push, companion and defy them to be.
That is devotion, no less.
—The Solivagant.
How tiredness works.
Its funny, how tiredness works. When you are tired at the point that your bones cry. You let everything go. The pain, the ire, the pride. You are so tired that that tiredness corrodes all that burden, from inside to outside. That is my way to tell you that I forgive you.
—The Solivagant.