You were a terrible baby, do you know that? Bawling all the time, never sleeping. And one night you just wouldn’t shut up, screaming like a dying pig. I walked over to your crib, I looked down at you. I wanted to strangle you. And you looked up at me and you stopped screaming. You smiled at me. Don’t die so far from the sea.

The Avengers get a Hangover

storybooks are based on what? imagination? where does it come from? it has to come from somewhere // imagination is the beginning of creation. you imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will // this is a real world. there are infinite more. you have to open your mind. they touch one another. pressing up in a long line of lands, each just as real as the last, all have their own rules. some have magic some don’t, and some need magic.