light switches that dont do anything r mysterious and i dont trust them
Theory: Every year Balthazar infiltrates the Academy and forces them to pick someone else over Leonardo Dicaprio because he’s still mad about The Titanic.
that explains it
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.