employer: um, your application just says, “my mom is making me do this”?
Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me
no im just scared of the monster thats under my bed
Chris is having a Chris crisis. A Chrisis.
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"
youd need a designated answerer instead of driver