space and beyond

anonymous asked:

Your daydream post brought me to tears for I feel the very same, and I am very much a maladaptive daydreamer. Visualising and feeling, but never touching, a life far more grand, is to say the least, painful. It is painful when I realise that I want my fantasy over my reality. My reality saddens me, but my fantasy saddens me more, because I will never live it.

I’m so sorry, Anon. I understand your pain. Some will say that we should ‘LIVE OUR DREAMS’ but for us, that is impossible. How can we ever live our dreams when our dreams are physically out of reach? We dream of being superhuman. We dream of settings far from Earth and beyond space or time. We breathe and feel characters that no human being could ever compare to and they dare tell us to achieve our dreams?

We dream of the unachieveable.

Real life seems as though it is made in a gradient of grey and muted sound when our daydream fantasies are painted in every colour we can’t see and every tone we’ve never heard and it feels better than being real. 

Our daydreams are more alive than our reality. 

We can’t live in it. We cannot survive without it. 

Maladaptive Daydreaming is a thirst. A body-wracking thirst surrounded by undrinkable seawater. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Please find comfort in the thought that you are not alone, Anon. We are the dreamers of dreams, and we have found a way to use fantasy to survive our realities. Maladaptive as it may be, we dream. We cope. We survive. And then we dream again. 

went to a househunters-watching party over the weekend; here’s my impression of the show

VOICEOVER: She wants a historically accurate thirteenth century castle in the heart of bustling downtown L.A. He has his heart set on living in a small metallic orb that would float over a bottomless gorge, beyond space and time. Can this pair of newlyweds see eye to eye???

WIFE: The location is nice but I don’t know about these staircases…I just had my heart set on an escalator made of sand and artisan brie.

HUSBAND: Well it’s definitely not a small floating metallic orb.

REALTOR: That…would defy several laws of physics.

WIFE (squinting): Do you have anything that is simultaneously larger, cheaper, newer, and more historic?

REALTOR: Um.

WIFE: And I need a big kitchen. I love to cook!

(Cut to footage of the wife in her current kitchen, wearing an apron and surrounded by pots and pans. She is hitting a banana with a hammer. On the counter next to her is a pile of doll hair.)

HUSBAND: Yeah, get her a nice kitchen. Of course, I won’t be spending any time in there, ha ha! (His laugh is loud but his eyes are so empty. They are empty all the way back.)

WIFE: And I need a room for my shoes. That is simply non-negotiable.

HUSBAND: Also, if we can swing it with our budget, I’d love a finished basement where I can really unwind and stew in my toxic masculinity and repressed emotion. And hardwood floors.

WIFE: And hardwood floors.

HUSBAND AND WIFE IN EERIE UNISON: Hardwood. Floors. (somehow it sounds like way more than two voices, more like the collective whisper of an army)

REALTOR: Okay, I will certainly, um. See what I can do? Anyway, this next house, it’s a metallic orb hanging on a sturdy cord near a ravine—

WIFE: Well it’s definitely not a genuine thirteenth century castle—

HUSBAND AND WIFE: (stare at each other in open contempt)

REALTOR: Heyyy so why don’t we take a look inside?

Anime Archetypes Horoscope

Spock: I need to leave and make little Vulcans

Jim: I need you Spock

Spock: Anyways so like I was saying where to next Captain