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I’ve been watching a lot of clone high lately no i wont explain any of whats going on here

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Things 4 Him #3

My stomach has been hurting ever since you told me its over

This isn't even poetic.

Its just the truth.

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    I'm trying to make up with one of my friends. We haven’t talked in two months. I just got off work and all I could think about all day was how I really needed to call him. Wow, it is really cold outside today and there's a light rain. One of my co workers who left at the same time as me turns and smiles at me “It kind of feels like snow because it's so cold!” I smile back but she couldn’t see it anyways because of my mask. If she could see my smile I'm sure she would know it is just a lie, “Yep!” I say enthusiastically as I open the door to my car and step in. The seat is cold and the bag of honey barbecue chips that I had for lunch is still open and filled with crumbs. I haven’t really been able to stomach much lately. My car smells like old moldy sandwiches and rotting lunch meat. I need to get it together. This is a start. My car roars awake with one push of the “start engine” button. Instantly, the low tire light comes on, glowing red on the seemingly blue lighting that the sky is giving the world today. My shaking hand picks up my phone. His contact name is still the same it was when we first met. “Clay” with a yellow heart next to it. After a year of being broken up you think I would change it but it always just felt right, even if we didn’t. I tap the call button so light that for a second I think I'm a ghost. But the call screen pops up anyways. I raise the phone to my ear. I suddenly become aware of how fast my heart is beating, does it always beat this fast? I don’t know. One ring, my cheeks start to heat up. A second ring, a third, am I crying? A forth, a fifth, and then a sixth. There's a pause, I hear his voice and the air from my body escapes as I suddenly become aware of how wet my cheeks are, “Hey! It's Clay, leave a message after the tone”, then a beep. I hang up. Maybe he didn’t answer on purpose.

   

    Mallory walks out of her place of work with really only one thought on her mind, “Call Clay, make up, happily ever after, right?” Spoiler alert, it's not that simple. Sophia follows close behind Mallory. Sophia doesn’t know Mallory that well, but she is really trying her best to be friends with her, even if Mallory can be quiet and honestly, kind of weird. The rain stings Sophia and Mallory’s cheeks, “It kind of feels like snow because it's so cold!” Sophia is trying her best, she thought today could be the day she finally asks Mallory to grab lunch sometime or just hang out anywhere but work. Starting a conversation is probably the first step. Mallory doesn’t notice this but her feet start walking faster towards her car after Sophia spoke to her, a part of Mallory is scared of talking to Sophia, what if she gets too close to who Mallory really is? The mess that Mallory really is. Without thinking, Mallory says a quick “Yep!”, before she steps into her car. Sophia continues to walk to her car, but alone, and just a little disappointed. She starts up her car and speeds off, only wondering for a fleeting second why Mallory is sitting in her car for so long. Now that the car has warmed maybe a few degrees it is easier to see the absolute destruction Mallory leaves in her wake. What used to be a beautifully detailed car given to her by her parents, is now more like a war zone. Empty Monster cans scattered around every inch of the car. In the back seat several hoodies and jackets sit, collecting dust. Half eaten sandwiches beg to be put out of their misery and thrown away. Mallory grabs her phone. She’s shaking, and her heart is beating almost concerningly fast. She calls Clay. Clay sits in his room solving a puzzle, it's the one Mallory gave to him in February, not last February, but the one when they were “an item.” As Clay puts these pieces together he tries to convince himself that he isn't doing the puzzle because he misses Mallory, no, but because he ran out of other puzzles to do. He isn't succeeding in fooling himself. His phone lights up, “Mallory (DO NOT ANSWER!!!)” scrolls atop the call screen of his phone. He hesitates. For him the six rings go by in an instant. For Mallory, they feel like an eternity. When the phone goes black again, Clay feels a sort of release. He is in the middle of making this puzzle but instead he pulls apart all the pieces and puts them back in the box, frustrated. Mallory cries alone in her car.

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if I was cursed on the day of a duel with my sister I would simply realize that she was the one who cursed me rip to Eda but im different

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I miss

H I M

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Things 4 Him #2

My parents always sit in two different chairs when they watch tv

We are gonna make a home where daddies and mommies sit in the same chair.

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Things 4 Him #1

You can hate my friends

Your friends can hate me

Fuck all that noise

I just want to be with you.

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How can i explain why I'm crying tears of sadness at an Avatar meme.

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I got this shirt at Spirt Halloween for 25 dollars

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wishbone, richard siken

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I could forget about him...

But my tarot deck said he's gonna come back.

👉🏻👈🏻

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Spell: To Inspire Someone to Contact You (Simple)

You will need:

Fine writing paper.

A needle.

Thread (any colour).

Smooth writing pen.

Method:

Take a piece of the finest quality writing paper you can get and in the centre of the paper write the person’s full name twice in cursive so that the ends of the letters meet each other.

Concentrate on an image of the person’s face, and then take a needle and thread, and pass it through the centre of the paper inside the name, and literally tie the paper to a communication device, or to your doorpost if you want the person to visit you, or to a place you want the person to go. 

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Waffle home.

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Turns out im still a hufflepuff and I'm relieved for some reason lol.

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Low-key. I used to be a hufflepuff but now i think i might be slytherin and that is either character development or corruption and idk which i prefer.

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I deleted Instagram to avoid my ex and ended up on Tumblr.