Rumour Has It is for the sharp tongued among us, and the people who claim to deplore gossip, but secretly read it all the same. Ruffled Feathers are for those who need help and advice.
Confessions are something entirely different. Got something you want off your chest? Need to scream it from the Astronomy Tower but can’t? The Owl Post is here to be your metaphorical Astronomy Tower
Confessions, rumours or Questions can be given to our friendly messenger owl that loiters outside The Great Hall, he takes any messages to The Owl Post, just have a few owl nuts handy!
I’m really scared you’ll break it.
It feels so long ago, that I can’t decide if you were only a dream. Just a figment of my imagination.
Love is pointless. There is only rage.
If you hadn’t gone crazy on people with conspiracies and suspicion of anything and anyone new, people wouldn’t have stopped wanting to listen to you. You were told you were being paranoid and got proven time and time again you were. Yet you continued. Maybe if you listened to them back then you’d have people to talk to about things bothering you now.
Lately, I just feel like I need to scream…but I don’t want anyone to hear me.
The feeling you get when you don’t want him anymore. That sense of relief and peace, and serenity when the binds have been cut, and you’re no longer bound to his empty promises. That’s the feeling of freedom that I have right now. I wonder how long it will last.
i just wanted to do good, be helpful, and show my appreciation.
His eyes are two wells of rippling water in the dark. Endless pools of black that I find myself falling through… timelessly and weightlessly waiting for his hands to catch me. And when they do, my skin feels so alive. I fall for him every time I look into those beautiful eyes. My wings are covered in the heavy, oily ink of him, keeping me tethered to earth while whispering beautifully cruel things beneath the shadows.