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"
Franz Ferdinand | No You Girls
Kiss me where your eye won’t meet me
Meet me where your mind won’t kiss me
My idea of flirting is making fun of each other until one of us fucks up and says something nice.