imagine being in ravenclaw and going back to your common room stumbling drunk in the middle of the night after a magical night of partying and having to answer a fucking riddle in order to get in your own goddamn bedroom
"what gets wetter and wetter the more it dries"
"your mom eeyyyyyyy"
If I was president I’d probably get assassinated like 4 hours into the presidency
every medicine on the market is like
pros: you’ll stop coughing
cons: you might die
the one that got away aka the hot person you saw while you were with your parents
I used to relate to this so much