we’re halfway thru april, u know what tht means?
HOW DOES THIS MAKE ME LAUGH EVERY FUCKING YEAR!?
Fkdkskgoskhlskosofksbshajakak holy shit
think about what your dog would say to you if he knew how much you hated yourself
this just changed my life
WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD
Or, as King Henry VIII likes to call it, a productive evening.
- Cats can’t read maps or signs
- There’s no post on Sundays
- You can’t cancel Quidditch
- None of the above applies to Minerva McGonagall
I wish I could skip all this and just be 25 w a serious job and in a serious relationship I hate all this figuring out things
oh dear u think ur gonna have stuff “figured out” by the time ur 25