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I want to walk into the woods and find a faerie ring of toadstools brushed with midnight dew. I want to spend a single evening listening to the Fair Folk singing.
I want take the pomegranate from cold, cold hands and feel the seeds crunch between my teeth.
I want to get away from a country that is tearing itself apart at the seams, from a job that springs ‘surprise’ hours on me, from an academic program that makes me want to scream and sob and break things on the best of days.
But everyone is telling me that ‘that’s life’ and that’s adulthood and how life isn’t fair.
Fuck that. I don’t care if it’s childish. I want to believe in happy endings and happily ever afters and being able to sleep in and dragons and friendship and family.
I want to be a dragon. I want to be a stuffed tiger. I want to be a phoenix and rise from my own ashes, singing.

I want to walk into the woods and find a faerie ring of toadstools brushed with midnight dew. I want to spend a single evening listening to the Fair Folk singing.
I want take the pomegranate from cold, cold hands and feel the seeds crunch between my teeth.
I want to get away from a country that is tearing itself apart at the seams, from a job that springs ‘surprise’ hours on me, from an academic program that makes me want to scream and sob and break things on the best of days.
But everyone is telling me that ‘that’s life’ and that’s adulthood and how life isn’t fair.
Fuck that. I don’t care if it’s childish. I want to believe in happy endings and happily ever afters and being able to sleep in and dragons and friendship and family.
I want to be a dragon. I want to be a stuffed tiger. I want to be a phoenix and rise from my own ashes, singing.
