Supernatural has been my anti destruction. When I want to cut, get fucked up, or die lately, I watch a couple episodes.
Sounds stupid, but reality is fucking hard. Hardcore fans of comics, super heroes, Harry potter, lord of the rings, certain tv shows or movies, or anything fantasy related aren’t just lame nerds.
Some people make fun of it all, but there have been times when reality was so terrible, the world of books and cinema kept me alive.
Harry potter held my hand through some horrific shit when I was little. I learned to be strong and loyal even when everyone around me was a mess.
Maybe, a person has to go through a certain amount of pain to understand the beauty of experiencing other worlds.
Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.