Don't hear; listen.

The problem with my dreams is that I can’t remember them.
I am not able to wake up smiling or scared from an adventure that I had the night before. 
I can’t get the chance to see how far my mind can go with its creativity. 
Sometimes, it feels like I can’t dream at all.
Maybe the problem is that I can’t sleep. 
I am the type of person whose greatest desire is to escape reality.
For me, reality, itself, is hell. 

Maybe that’s why people consider me to be crazy.
Since I can’t dream, I act like I can achieve my greatest unapproachable ambitions in real life.

I ignore reality so I can dream the dreams I can’t.

~Ellie 

I haven’t been posting anything original for a while now, but when I post, I post. I like to make a footprint on society’s mind by reblogging hundreds of posts. 
Rare times call for when I actually come up with something original, but the time is mine to come up with what I want. I also need to start blogging more…So now you know, I was here. 

~Ellie 

That this smile won’t be your last smile in this world.

I can’t answer a question with a simple yes or no. Here, I have to love typing out my thoughts and sharing my views with the world.

tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

All of my earliest human memories are probably bad ones…
My parents hurting each other,
My fainting
My grandma breaking her hip
But there are good ones as well
My family going to Canada, Flushing Meadow Park
Rolling around in the flowers without a care in the world.
Jumping around to music like an idiot
Pretending I was a dancer or an actress
Watching movies with my family
Going to parties which ended up with me crying because my family would always have a difficult time getting ready…
Memories that I miss…