We’re five. Hands
I lead you ‘round the room.
Whispers of ‘cute’ follow us
We’re inseparable.
Just us two.

Fast forward.
We are ten.
Chasing each other 'round.
Parents watch us— smiling wide.
I laugh when you fall down.

Twelve now. 
We hear the word
Whispered as we leave. 
Pay it no mind, Little Ones, 
It will only make you grieve. 

And ‘crush’ 
Is giggled all around 
I roll my eyes, 
We tease those fools
My heart seems to pound?

Sixteen, and again 
The word is here. 
This time, it’s in my mind;
You’ve changed.
It’s a year of tears 

And now, here we are, 
Eighteen, and together still.
But not how I want, Secretly
We’ve grown and learned,  
I feel my lungs burn, 
When you smile at me. 

‘Crush’ isn’t the right word anymore. 

dear you -  S.G.L


IT (2017) dir. Andrés Muschietti

You’ll float too. You’ll float too. You’ll float too. You’ll float too. You’ll float too. You’ll float too. You’ll float too. You’ll float too. You’ll float too. You’ll float too. You’ll float too. You’ll float too. You’ll float too. You’ll float too. You’ll float too. YOU’LL FLOAT TOO.

Houses Playing Mario Kart
  • Ravenclaw: takes forever picking out a kart, pays attention to the speed (etc.) levels, makes kooky kart/wheels/glider combinations, finds the best position in room to steer from for maximum control, chooses the creative tracks everyone else hates, knows where to place banana peels for maximum results
  • Hufflepuff: has a favorite kart/wheels/glider combination that they use 90% of the time, chooses kart by reliability rather than flare, is the most calm while racing but will destroy you in coin battle, probably not the most daring racer but somehow always ends up in the top three because they didn't do anything dumb, somehow manages to hit people with green shells
  • Gryffindor: picks kart by speed, makes impressive looking karts, the one that's yelling the entire time, tries to use the speed burst in the beginning of races but ends up blowing themselves up, does a trick at every little jump, picks the hardest courses to challenge themselves, will demand rematches, will also let their friend pass them if they're in last place
  • Slytherin: picks same kart every time because it works for them best, either talks smack entire time or is completely silent- there is no in between, knows the hidden shortcuts in tracks, no longer friends with anyone while racing or battling, does the same course on their own fifty times until they get a star ranking on every single course, picks rainbow road just to spite people, red and blue shells galore

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…

Happy Birthday, Harry! (July 31)