straight outta hogwarts.

"I was born a cynic," Amory murmured. "I’m a cynical idealist." He paused and wondered if that meant anything.




I literally skipped class this morning because I didn’t like my face. It was so red and blotchy. Sometimes I’ll wake up and it’s fine, but today it was disgraceful. Not even makeup helped at first. I had to reapply it three times. Now that I have things looking up to par, I’m too lazy to walk to class and I’m quite late anyway. It’s just so sad that I’d actually throw away a lecture because I’m ashamed of how I look. If I could have anything, it would be perfect, glowing skin — not this pale, fair crap that gets all red when I run and harbors all of these random breakouts. People with great skin have no idea how lucky they are.

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