Last year I was sorted into Hufflepuff on Pottermore, I recently forgot my password so I just made a new account and was sorted into Slytherin. If that doesn't tell you how much I've changed in the past year, I don't know what will. Do you have an account? What house are you lovely people in? :)
Dear Boy at the Back of the Class, You're going to gradutate this year. The thought of that terrifies me because, honey, I'm running out of time. Running out of time to tell you that you have beautiful eyes. To tell you that your voice reminds me of brisk winter mornings, and that I adore the way your laugh comes in waves, much like the ocean. You look like a sleepy autumn day, but have the spirit of a stormy, but warm, spring. I'm running out of time to tell you that when I see you, my stomach becomes the home to a million fluttering butterflies. When we lock eyes, I feel vulnerable and naked. I want to kiss you, but I don't dare put my lips on something so dangerously beautiful. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'll never have the courage to tell you this. I'm sorry I ran out of time. With Love, The Girl in the Front of the Class.
I haven't been on here in awhile, my life's kind of been crazy lately and I haven't had a whole lot of time to write anything good to post. However, I am back and just wanted to say I missed you guys for anyone who cares. :) Stay crazy, and stay beautiful.
It would've been so damn simple to reach over and tap him on the shoulder. I mean, he was standing on the bleachers right in front of me. I could've reached over and tapped him on the shoulder and he would've turend around looking a little confused, blinking those Bambi- like eyes at me; and I- by God I would've kissed him. I would've kissed him in the way that'd let him know he had somehow become the most beautiful thing to me. It would've been so damn simple.
I've literally lost all sense of direction in my life... I feel like I'm just blindly, stumbling my way through a dark tunnel in search for some type of light or the other end. Yet, I can't. I've never been this lost before and it's terryifing, but also kind of beautiful.
Back in the day my Great Grandpa met Marilynn Monroe and she was super flirty with him and told him he had a "darling" accent (he's from Sweden). So, Great Grandpa, please send some of your sexiness to me from Heaven. I'd like a super sexy star to flirt with me as well. Please.
Dear Boy at the Back of the Class, Next year you're going to gradutate. That terrifies me because, honey I'm running out of time. Running out of time to tell you that you have beautiful eyes. To tell you that your voice reminds me of a brisk winter morning, and that I love the way your laugh comes in waves like the ocean. You look like autumn but act like spring. I'm running out of time to tell you that I get butterflies when I see you, and when we lock eyes I feel naked and vulnerable. I want to kiss you, but I don't dare put my lips on something so beautiful. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I won't find the strength to say this to you in person. That doesn't make it anyless true, my dear. Love, A Girl With No Courage