#a dead goth lesbian cowgirl

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i had a fever dream about girls, sorry

gosh i just LOVE girls SO MUCH!!! like i love girls and its also pride month DOUBLE GIRL UWU OML. So I think i had an out of body experience, a fever dream u may say about my dream gf.

The song ‘I wanna get better’ by the bleachers just makes me wanna run away, find a girl who is the absolute CUTEST but she also a bad bich bc, its a plus if she let her hair do whatever, very cute girl things ya know. BUT then we could get a Cadillac, preferably pink and just do whatever, going wherever we want. ThEN we would park on a hill, overlooking the city and we would be in the backseat and i would play with her hair and her eyes reflect the stars, falling asleep together ya know bc gf goals. The next morning we would then make a hit list of all the pedos, rapists, domestic abusers etc. and we would set on our journey to take them all out. Our weapon of choice u ask? swords ofc we lesbians after all gotta stay on brand. After we would go and get icecream and we do cute gf shit by feeding it to each other, we then find a disco and they are playing abba, specifically ‘gimme, gimme’ gimme’ (great song btw) we dance around like no one else is in the room. Shes wearing a denim jacket but one of those ones with the tassles on it like a cowgirl and i am in rainbow flares. We dance for hours, having a disco of our own even after everyone has left. We find a small motel not too far away, get a room and put on the ‘pussy is god’ by king princess we have a good time ,, iff u know what i mean ;))) The next morning we have to return to home, defeated we get home but not before i have picked a bunch of flowers that remind me of her. 

A week passes and we get invited to a party, i say “beb, i will pick u up in the Cadillac no worries” , when i pull up to her house, shes waiting by the door, wearing a black dress, but not any black dress, ready to attend a vampiric ball or perform a spell, i dig it tho goth gf vibes big time. We roll up to the party absolute power couple, men drop dead at our presence too weak for our wlw love. We have a fun time, we hear the song, ‘tongue-tied’ we spin each other around, ending up making out on the dance floor. I return her home as i promised leaving her with a simple kiss, her red lipstick remaining on my lips. I get home and dream sweet dreams of her dancing and having fun. 

5 years later, we are dancing through northern italy, drinking wine and eating fancy cheeses. We stumble upon a witchcraft ceremony performed by 3 lesbian witches, each over 1000 years old. They are chanting the song, ‘holding out for a hero’ except they are singing about girls and the girls they are referring to are themselves big pussy energy. They see us, we connect through our wlw energy, one of the witches asks, ‘got a spare spell for love and uwuws, made for gay girls only, u want?’, i look at my gf and she says, ‘why not?’ I graciously accept the offer, paying her thanks by performing the feminist pact handshake, she smiles. So me and my gf stand in front of a small waterfall, surrounded by the witches as they chant the poetic mastery of Sappho, our overlord. Sparks light the hair and my gf and I are spiritually intertwined, forever us against the world. 

THE END