#calliara

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Pet’s relationships as MITSKI SONGS

Calliara: Francis Forever

I don't need the world to see That I've been the best I can be, but I don't think I could stand to be Where you don't see me On sunny days I go out walking I end up on a tree-lined street I look up at the gaps of sunlight I miss you more than anything

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Page from Callie’s senior-year scrapbook

@bbambi-deerest && @kiara-lyons

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Promposal || Calliara

In her hand, Callie held seven balloons—one for every color of the rainbow. They were tied to a purple envelope, which had Kiara’s name written in large, bubbling handwriting, a little heart dotted over the eye. Callie was walking through the school hallways. She’d gotten here really early, hoping to leave the balloons and envelope tied to Kiara’s locker.

There was a letter in the envelope and it said this:

Kiara,

I know this is random and I know we were already going to prom together but I just wanted to know if you wanted to go like together together I mean if not that's fine I just couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather spend the night with.

And below that was a quick little doodle of two girls in dresses holding hands with little hearts around them.

Speaking of hearts, Callie’s had never been beating faster than it was right now. Her footsteps echoed in the nearly empty hallway. There were a few stragglers, kids who got to school early and just sat on the cold linoleum floor in front of their lockers, reading, or on their phones. Callie stepped over the legs of one of the boys, walking towards Kiara’s locker.

Callie was not the type of person who got nervous a lot. But right now, her hands felt sweaty and she felt like she wanted to just bolt out of the hallway. Her heart had like totally swollen up and was beating in her throat (figuratively, of course).

She reached Kiara’s locker and was about to tie the bundle of balloons to the handle when she heard footsteps.

“Kiara!” she squeaked out, putting the balloons behind her back (as if they weren’t floating two feet above her). “Uh! I didn’t think you were—uh—gonna get here so early!”

She felt her face flush and tried to slap on a grin.

@kiara-lyons

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I Need a Hero || Calliara

Callie ran and every time she breathed, her throat was on fire and her lungs blazed so painfully she didn’t know how she was able to run as fast as she did, but she did, through the forest—the bare branches of the trees reaching out to her like hands.

She ran till she was back in town and then without realizing it, she ran to the only place she knew she could find someone she trusted.

She ran to Kiara’s house.

Because where Callie lived was big and empty and Mellie wasn’t home tonight and it was cold and all she wanted to do was cry. She didn’t know what to do about her throat, about the bruises that were on her neck.

And well, Kiara might not know any more than she did, but she didn’t know anyone else whose Hero Potential was so strong and vibrant, who could make her feel so big and important and special, almost like she was a hero herself, instead of someone just helping them out.

Callie wanted to be a hero right now.

She didn’t even feel like a Muse.

She felt like a scared little girl, like the time she had gotten lost from her mom in Sawgrass Mills Mall and she had run through the crowds of people and was certain she would never find her mother again. She felt like she was going to be washed away, then,  by the ocean of faces and bodies. Right now she felt like she was going to be swept away too, but by what, she didn’t know.

She just knew the path to Kiara’s house—er, Simba’s house.

Now it was late and she didn’t want to knock on the front door and possibly be greeted by Simba or his boyfriend, so when she got to the familiar structure, she walked to where Kiara’s window was and looked up at it. Her heart pounded and she reached for her phone.

It rang a few times.

“Kiara,” said Callie, and she didn’t realize how hoarse her voice sounded and now that she was speaking it was hard to keep her voice from shaking into tears. “I’m…I’m under your window. Can you let me in?”

@kiara-lyons

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poetic_justice:  Sweet mother, I cannot weave – slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl. 

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poetic_justice: ice cream!!! with my queen!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖

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Happy Birthday Lauryl!

Calliara with the colors of the Lesbian Pride Flag @kiara-lyons

Callie Aesthetics 4/??

Paint me up, me up, me up You're my favourite colour

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Mamma mia, here I go again My my, how can I resist you? Mamma mia, does it show again My my, just how much I've missed you?

Yes -- I've been brokenhearted Blue since the day we parted Why, why did I ever let you go? Mamma mia, now I really know My my, I could never let you go