- Me: I love Finnick. He's my favorite.
- Bea: You're actually team Finnick.
- Me: Well, I think I'm actually Team Seneca Crane's Beard.
- Me: are you mcgonagall
It was a sweetness that burst through my emotions onto my palate .
Like common sense flooding my mouth.
Amassing onto my tongue.
My breath then became an ambrosial fragrance.
My words honeyed golden.
Heavens poured by way of my lungs.
Dear, darling, dearest, love, sweetheart, beloved, treasure.
Lips professed silvery sweet talk.
The twinkle. The shimmer, glimmer and glint.
Mirthful expressions let flow.
You are a sight to behold.