In Principio

unreasonable wants

There are a lot of things I want.
Like I want a rosy, story book, Stephanie-Perkins love. One where the boy throws stones at my window and he writes me poetry comparing the color of my eyes to molten obsidian while we lay swathed by night under the blanket of stars. Because im a hopeless incurable romantic.
But I also want to be a tough, badass lady who doesnt need a man, who fights fire with magical, electric, immortal wizard fire; who will swim through a river of coals in the name of honor, friendship and selflessness.
And I want to be so so much but I'm not allowed to be all that much, so I am limited to my imagination and words.