You know what, you know what? I’m going to fuckibn tell you my greatest desire, my upmost desire, and imma pin it. keep in mind that this a collection of other people’s thoughts that ive editted a bit and feel so so strongly about and daydream so so often
I want to be able to create worlds. To create new realities with new people and new situations. To just be able to watch and be able to place myself into the worlds with no memory of what came before besides the knowledge that I have this power. Or even without the knowledge. To be able to make anything real, to have ideas and just create it on the life, anythinn from people and tropes and situations and to place myself in them and to watch all of the universes like a fly on the wall. There’s so much I could do, and that’s just humans and earth. I wish to be able to do everything and nothing. I wish I could be a woman, a man, a mother and a father, to not have kids at all, to have ten. I want to try every single food, to read every single book, to visit every place it is humanly possible to visit, and to visit any place inhumanly possible to visit. To become another species. Live in fiction. To learn every single language, to gain all the knowledge of this world and to be completely clueless. I want to be a writer, a painter, a scientist, a musician, a lawyer. l want to meet everyone and make friends that l can't even begin to count. To be a lover and to love, to be both the artist and the muse. Oh, God, I wish I had a thousand lives, this one is just not enough for me.
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.
—Sylvia Plath
