We are witnessing Orwell's 1984 being played out and instead of being furious with the globalists for doing this, the WokeTards are furious with the Trumpers for not going along with Big Brother!
Orwell was an optimist, clearly.
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Dream a Little Dream of Me
summery: reader ponders their feelings.
tw: angst.
a/n: okay so...this is my first time writing a generic fic, in which I mean you can imagine whatever character you want. So uh...I hope I did this right. Also, listen to 'Dream a Little Dream of Me' by Karen Fukuhara. It's *chefs kiss*
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“Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper,
I love you
Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me”
Rain drizzled, gently pattering against the windows. I watched as the clear drops raced down. My brain was racing yet it was blank all the same. That growing pit in my chest ached as I listened to that familiar bittersweet tune. I loved to listen to it, yet it always brought me into a somber trance. The gloomy weather only seemed to add to my mood.
“Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me”
I frowned. I understood that longing feeling. Being alone and wishing for someone to love you. Although the singer is singing about their lover, my mind wandered to who I was crushing on. The thought of him kissing me, the thought of him holding me and asking me to stay with him, it loosened that hollow feeling just a little.
I had been pining over him for so long, it was starting to hurt. The pattering of my heart when he smiled at me so handsomely, started to ache. The warm flush that I used to bask in that he’d always manage to cause, started to grow cold. The usual happiness I felt when I’d look at him turned bitter. Yet no matter how much it hurt, I still found myself falling for his charms. The bitterness would leave, if only for a little while in his presence, only for it to come crashing down when he was gone.
“Stars fading but I linger on dear
Still craving your kiss
Now I’m longin’ to linger till dawn dear
Just saying this”
There was no one to blame but myself. I had spent so long dwelling on my feelings, on pretending like they weren’t there, that it started to warp. I was by his side for so long, that it felt like he overlooked me, that if I were to disappear from his life, that he wouldn’t even notice.
The answer to my problems seemed easy on surface level. Just confess, get these feelings off my chest and be done with the whole deal. Yet, after this long, he hadn’t noticed. He hadn’t noticed how my gestures ran deeper than just friendly. How I dropped everything to make sure he was okay. Not only that, but he hadn’t hinted at liking me back. We were just friends, and even if it hurts, I don’t want to lose that. Because I care for him as a person, and if he’s happy, then that’s all I could ask for.
“Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dream whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
Dream a little dream of me”
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((This fandom is so small and I'd love to currently have more time to comment and discuss and draw, but being mom & having a part-time job make it difficult ;; THANK YOU to the few guys that post content about Bodies and specially about Alfred and Henry, you always make my day!))
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