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Avatar. If Jake’s brother hadn’t of died, the avatar would have looked the same and gone to the same place but had a different soul. Then Nat’eri wouldn’t have loved him(maybe, maybe not) and their whole world wouldn’t have a new leader..and possibly they would crumble. Haha. Wow. Hysteria laugh!!! It’s like ….the humans were kind of playing god…that maybe…just maybe..god would have chosen a different soul for my body..i would be a completely different person, but look exactly as I do now. The Humans were playing god. But the Na’vi people wouldn’t have taken the “Scientist” under their wing…they might have killed him. They didn’t kill JakeSully because he was the first “Warrior dreamwalker”. ……………………….this isn’t real..but it’s something I was thinking about.
HOW WOULD YOU START A TRIBE?
The reason why movies bother me, is because you are guaranteed to come out okay. You’re guaranteed to come home after witnessing amazing adventure. But in real life , it could end..badly. That’s what I call a coward..or a trade off.. Question is, if you’re really living and doing what you want and you happen to die, wouldn’t it be better than sitting in a dark theatre in a chair day after day, knowing that it’s not really you that is in danger? That there is no risk in what you’re doing, even though you want to be as close to the action as possible? Not really experiencing the rush for yourself, or the pride of making it? Am I the only one who is extremely bothered by this? AM I? Who’s with me?!
I saw Avatar. Whenever It ends, I nearly cry, because that’s how badly I wish I lived in a forest like that. Or had a place to run like that. I’m sick of feeling like I’m in a cage. It’s my fault. IS IT? Is it my fault that I feel trapped? I can’t go anywhere without money, not far anyway. I could walk-I could walk there if I truly wanted to physically be there. But If I had no resources, no education…
I would need to learn how to find shelter-and know what leaves meant big rash, and what remedies would be good for the flu. How to start a fire with sticks and a stone (right?). I could learn to hunt- take archery classes, become in very good shape, invent hunting clothes. Aren’t there already “hunting clothes”? yes. I’m nearly positive-but I still want to invent my own, like Spiderman did. He was a hero, in his world. Fake as he may be, he was still human in a sense since he came out of somebody’s (who’s?) imagination. That person’s imagination wouldn’t have made a stupid hero. Stop laughing, this is my humor relief.
Ideas I had during the “Avatar” movie.
“When people don’t do anything they turn more judgemental. At least I do. do you?”
“I thought that love only happened when you beat yourself into the ground trying to get it, like my parents did. I don’t think this is right anymore..”
“Making Stories, making friends. When you tell a story verbally, you get a crowd, and you make friends.”
“It’s cruel to watch somebody else be in a dangerous predicament that I can’t help them with, so I look down. But if I do watch, I try to plan out what I would do. On one hand, i need to relax. on the other hand, movies move way faster than real life-and once out of the movie, i feel like i’m moving movie speed in real life, which makes me feel slow and incomplete.”
thoughts. then on the drive home I was thinking, who can i tell these things to? who can i talk to about them? I have only a few friends- but most people, once talked to, are some form of friend. Humans. I am a human, and I need a human. Pick one. there’s one right in front of you. and that person, and the next and the next could bring me to the person who will ultimately have good enough answers.
Please, humans, help me.
(via kissez)
awww, this is cute(: