reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS
LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL
IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS
holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.
I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT
SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
So last time I reblogged this I met Tom Hiddleston within the month…
I’m literally sitting on the edge of a window sill looking over the streets of Newark as I type this. It has a decent view, but other than that I don’t know why I’m typing. I’m not even in the mood, I’m just… typing. I guess I’m trying to avoid things and the best way I can is through typing my thoughts. Whatever, here we go.
I got to tell myself that it is only going to another Tuesday and it’s just a date. Dates for me now, are pointless. They don’t mean anything. They can’t mean anything. People don’t need to celebrate months considering it’s not that big of a deal. You can guess why I’m bitching over a stupid date. I don’t really need to spell it out for you now do i? It could’ve been 18, but let’s just say its just another Tuesday. That’s what I keep telling myself. Another month, another day, today is just another date. God, why am I so emotionally attached to fucking dates? Fuck, whatever. I’m done with this paragraph
Why did I title this post as “the cliff”? I guess I’ll elaborate on that… I imagine myself standing on the edge of a cliff, maybe sitting on the edge, my feet dangling back and forth as I stare onto the horizon. The sun is setting and the ocean is calm yet terrifying at the same time. I wonder, do I jump into the depths of the ocean or just sit there motionless and wait for the sun to die out. It’s a choice: jump or don’t. It’s not too deep too kill me, but dark enough that when I get out of the water, there is no light guiding my path. I’ll literally feel a fish out of water. I guess why I am even thinking about the cliff is because I’m alone and what better serene place to be is watching the sunset viewing the ocean seems pretty calm to me. I’m trying to feel and stay calm, you know? It’s not working, but it’s a start. Fuck it, I’m going to change my scenery into a more comforting place.
As I see the sun set,I decide to close my eyes. Seconds pass, and I open them. I’m no longer on the cliff. I’m on the center of the dance floor in a crowded area. It seems I was transported into a place I always thought was a fantasy. Do you remember that scene in beauty and the beast where belle and the beast dance in this wonderful huge scenery? I’m in that place. I’m wearing a suit and I look dapper as hell. I have no clue why I’m here. I don’t know anyone in this place, but I feel safe. Music plays in the background from the band that plays somewhere in the room. I then spot a girl in the red dress. This girl can be anyone I know yet… I don’t know her, but…she knows me. From where I stand, she’s just a girl with the red dress. We lock eyes. She smiles, I smile back. The band begins to play a slow song. The girl in the red dress knows what happens next. I do too. Everyone begins to pair off and being to dance with their selected soulmates. I assume this girl in the red dress is mine. We talk each other, not saying anything. My arms go around her waist, as hers wrap around my neck. We go closer into each others arms while swaying to the music. I have no clue what this music is, but…its relaxing. I begin to tear up.I being to cry. I feel happy again. The girl in the red dress consoles me, holds me tightly to reassure me that everything will be okay. We dance until everything else fades into existence. This is one of my happy thoughts I would love to make it happen. If only I ever find that girl again.
I don’t want to write anymore….i really have no clue what the hell I wrote or why. It just came back to me. Whenever I feel down…I picture one of those sceneries in my head. It’s a nostalgic feeling, but it helps…I don’t know why. I guess its my escape.
I want to escape….
I feel so conflicted…
There’s this asshole who every time he sees me with my ukulele he thinks he’s funny and asks “Can you play any Metallica?” but the joke is now on him because I just learned how to play the intro riff to Master of Puppets.
I did it. I fucking did it. He asked me again just like I knew he would and I stared him straight in the eyes without blinking and just fucking shredded on my ukulele
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