Another text post.

I’m going to go queue the shit out of my other blog (kylex-y.tumblr.com) and then go watch Like Crazy and Gone

In a brighter light, I got my yearbook today. 3 things:

1. A guy who I think is really, really cute wrote in my yearbook and was like “You’re such a fun person to be around. In fact, on the first day of 7th grade, I got a huge crush on you. I wrote your name all over my binder and it’s still there today. You’re just so fun. Let’s hangout this summer. Love, _______” LIKE HOW CUTE IS THAT SHIT OH MY GOD like he still remember the crush I don’t even remember people I had crushes on like a year ago not to mention like 4

2. My crush looks so FREAKING good in his picture just klfj;sldkfj;al

3. They used my first picture which is ugly as shit and I’m just like WHYYYYY

I just got a feeling that I haven’t had in a long time; those butterflies in your stomach, chills running through your body, from  head to toe, when you see someone and you can’t help but feel that way. I know that I shouldn’t be having these feelings because I know the guy. I know that he’s a jerk. I know nothing good will come from this. But it’s so hard to fight it off.　

My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…

Pluto is there.

The artist remembered Pluto.

Guys…

The artist drew Pluto crying.

(Source: rubywhiterabbit, via youroldsocks)