If I were invisible, I would travel the world and skip the lines into museums.
Sneak into a movie theater and live there, eating popcorn and hotdogs and watching movies for free.
if i were invisible, i would switch my name in my friends’ phones to “Ludacris” and then send them texts saying “SHAKE YOUR MONEY MAKER”
I would terrify people. Watching them do their inner-most things is all very well and good, but imagine making the girl who bullies you on a daily basis wee herself in front of you.
If I were invisible, I would sit in on couple’s most intimate moments. I would explore my sexuality in ways that I can’t with the knowledge that I have to live with the shame of being different around my perfectly idealistic peers. I would convince individuals that I was a benevolent, consent-seeking succubus come to love them, and I would whisper tenderly in their ears as they fell asleep. I would travel the world and sleep outside— in the desert, on city benches— without the fear of being attacked. I would sit in on lectures in the most renown colleges, and I would follow professors into their studies. I would sit in on intelligent conversations held late at night, in the dim lamplight. I would become so wise that the world would beg to have me if I weren’t invisible. And once I became the greatest force the world will never see, I would kill myself in contentment
I would make the world’s largest pillow fort and hide underneath it. Then people would come and wonder who made the world’s largest pillow fort and I’d whisper “me” but they’d think it was only their imagination and then one day it would get torn down and I’d go somewhere else and do something else but until then I would live in the world’s largest pillow fort and whisper to people as they came in because even if they thought I was just their imagination at least then I’d be something