It's cute in a way, till you cannot speak

It's cute in a way, till you cannot speak

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It's cute in a way, till you cannot speak And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak An escape is just a nod and a casual wave Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days It's only just a crush, it'll go away It's just like all the others it'll go away Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know You pray it all away but it continues to grow - Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge the inherent homoeroticism and intimacy of dyeing your roommate's hair while he talks about everything and nothing at all and you listen and sometimes get distracted by his face in the mirror and you're also a boy or: Sokka dyeing Zuko's hair and quietly going insane because WOW he likes this boy OR: Zuko getting his hair dyed by Sokka and quietly losing his shit because cute boy!! touching his hair!!
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