You clicked your heels and wished for me
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Thread Topic: You clicked your heels and wished for me
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watch it again
see that
see matt webb
thats my husband
thats my baby
i love him -
my child
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i dont need an excuse, i just need someone to actually freaking stay for once
that's all, day
that's all i want -
And don't you ever tell me I ain't loving you best. -
#silwu
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But what if here and now I tell you that I'm all figured out?
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He just said the most comforting thing to me:
"Just because you were raised here doesn't make it your home."
In another universe, where he doesn't like boys and isn't dating a literal star, we'd be perfect for each other. In a world where I wasn't already in love, in another universe where we're both not too damaged and afraid.
But he likes boys and is dating a literal star, and I am already in love, and we are both too damaged and afraid.
I wish we would at least try, just once, you know? I shouldn't think these things, I have a boyfriend. But I still wonder what it would be like to kiss him. He's so much taller than me, I'd have to get up on my tippy toes and put my arms around his neck to pull him down. His hair is nice, I'd bury my fingers in it and I already know from hugging him that we fit together like puzzle pieces. Our bodies, anyways, I don't know about our lips.
I wonder what it would be like to dance with him. He's talked about how, even though he doesn't know how, he wants to. I think he was talking about his literal star of a boyfriend, but you can't dance with stars, so maybe I fantasized that it'd be me. We'd probably only sway, my head on his shoulders and his hands on the small of my back. He's always so warm, and would look gorgeous in a tuxedo. I would look nice in one, too, he's said that before.
And, no, I haven't imagined us doing anything more than that. It's stops at cuddling, at kissing and dancing. There are things we have done: I've held his hand, his arm, been attached to him as much as one can be. The corn field let me have that, and he didn't pull away that whole night, which made me wonder about all of it.
In another world, then.
But, for now we're only friends. -
And, how awkward it must be fore you now, realizing that you were wrong and I was right, this whole time. You won't, of course, apologize. Because girls like you never do, never realize that just saying sorry could reverse it all. You'll let it get to the point where sorry isn't, and will never be, good enough. You'll watch the wound fester, pour salt on it and laugh as your "friend" suffers, bleeding out where you stabbed them.
And, at first you'll think the witnesses are on your side. They'll laugh uncomfortably with you, looking at the evidence, the paper trail, trying to find a motive. You'll lack an alibi and they'll turn. Slowly, but surely. It'll start with the ones farthest away from the crime scene, those who only hear about the murder. They'll side with the dead girl because, after all, she's dead and no one deserves to be dead. These aren't the important people, though. It's the inner circle that will finish you off.
They watched you buy the knife.
Sharpen it, graze her cheek bones with it when she was expecting your lips. They stood silent, phone screen gleaming while you danced around your victim, leaving her in the dark, waiting until she was weak enough...
And they watched you stab her, watched as you laughed and gloated while she bleed out on your shoes. And when she begged for forgiveness, and you refused, they knew. Because why would anyone beg to be forgiven when they're the one being stabbed? Why would anyone beg for their murderer's heart?
You shouldn't get away with your crime, they'll realize, even if they originally helped you hide the knife. When they buy roses for the dead girl, they'll sign the card with her name and send them to you. You'll know that they know, and you'll be afraid. Because you're loosing. Your support is vanishing. So you'll start stabbing into the dark, but find the room is empty.
And then, you'll know I was right. -
Alone at the lake
Hurry up mom -
Annnnd he joins the team of people who said they wouldn't and then left.
Ever growing group, that one.
Well. Too bad. I did like him. -
Too much to ask for, huh?
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And that's why I hate her.
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JESUS CHRIST SHE HAD HER GIRLFRIEND MESSAGE ME IM SCREAMING
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