I hope I’m one of those kids that just magically becomes hot after they leave high school
Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning.
Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober.
"Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him."
He looked at her the way all girls wanted to be looked at.