The fairy of reality.


I no longer want to cling to ideals. It's a waste of time fantasizing about how some biased magical entity will change how things are to how I want things to be. It's never true now, and it will never be true. What's truly magical is escaping this dream of a perfect utopia and realizing the terror. The nightmare of being tied down by your past, chained by the attachment and silenced with microdoses of serotonin. When you know that all the magic you're ever going to need is from you and the fairy of reality inside your head. Everything clicks, and suddenly, you're content.

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