Alex Pettyfer is hot. He's one of those movie casts that makes you stay in the theatre until the credits at the end of a movie shows his name. And you get home and Google him. Except now, I'm already drooling over him.
Fact:
The bridge of Alex Pettyfer's nose is similar to his. He has the similar muscular jaw. But fuck it, yeah.
And the video below is for the person who never will read this.
He probably forgot about me long ago.
And never the kid who people warned me about; the one who brought me to a high (never higher than Kovich) and brought me to the very very new low.
And through Wild Child, I was thinking who I was when I was eleven. Probably hella skinnier than I am now; maybe less intelligent but I could've worked hard. I couldn't wait for three months, could I? Jays' waited hours for me, weeks, put together it would beat three months hands down. He made me smile. I couldn't see him but by far, he was the best guy I've met and well. Fell somewhere with. Sometimes I still look in the mirror and slap myself.
Horrible sound quality.
How the fuck can I trust this dude called Cupid who shoots Love in everyone's veins so recklessly? I haven't met him. Don't touch me anymore.
I'm out of this.
Adios.
I'm still giddy as shit.