Live your own little life

I just alternate between ‘maybe I’m smarter than I give myself credit for’ and ‘maybe I’m dumber than I realized’

I feel like I’m constantly worrying about the next part of my life without realizing that I’m right in the middle of what I used to look forward to

None of the images will load but I know exactly what they all look like

I love the weirdly specific rules that go with answering a riddle. Like, “I Have Two Eyes But I Cannot See: What Am I?” And the answer’s supposed to be the word ‘iridescent’ because ‘two *i*’s’ right, but like. Why can’t the answer be like… A guy with really bad cataracts. Someone wearing a blindfold. My uncle’s dog. Like why does it gotta be deep

“I have a face but no eyes lips or nose, what am I?” Slenderman. Next

I think you have missed the meaning of the riddles

Listen. Listen if I’m trapped between a wall of sentient fire and a goblin mage who will only reveal the one true path across the forbidden glade if I answer his riddles three, I’m not going to waste time struggling for the answer with the deepest life lesson. I’m gonna pick an answer that fits the criteria and I’m gonna stick with it. “A poor man has it and a rich man needs it” it’s a flashlight. They’re in a cave. The poor man is a tour guide. Next Question before my ass burns off, Por Favour

This is the real way how ravenclaws get into their rooms

The secret to the ravenclaw riddles is that you don’t actually need to know “the answer”, you just need to be able to defend the answer you give.

that’s the definition of being an English major

The result of the Ravenclaw common room door is a House full of students who can make up bullshit on the spot and defend it to the death using only three braincells and a complete absence of fucks, and the resulting agony this produces in the teachers is PRECISELY what Rowena Ravenclaw wanted.

i’m not usually that into HP houses and stuff, but damn if this isn’t exactly me. Like, on long walks as a teen, I would occupy myself by imagining a wish I could make out loud that no trickster genie could corrupt, and, whenever I thought I had found one, it was my turn to be the genie, and double down on finding a way to fulfill it to opposite effect

every time i listen to “you’re a mean one mr. grinch” i can’t help but sit there and think “what did the grinch do to hurt you?” because dude just stands there for 2 minutes and 58 seconds and drags the grinch into the dirt

he stole christmas, kayla! stop with your #notallgrinches propaganda!

you know what if someone told me i was a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce i’d probably be bitter enough to steal christmas too 

Did this really HAVE to be the first thing I see when I opened up Tumblr?

Yes.

oh god theres art

@altadude you know what must be done.

ive been avoiding reblogging this honestly but just. What the fuck. What the fuck tumblr

i fucking love this website

half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole

*Perfect couple.

sometimes i read messages and i’ll be like ‘oh i’ll reply later’ and i actually end up not replying so sorry if you think i’m ignoring it’s just laziness at its finest