When I die, put “Proud Slytherin” on my tombstone.
SO I’M SITTING WITH MY CRUSH, DOING MY HOMEWORK AT STARBUCKS WITH HIM (which is a blog I’ve been keeping to explain my experiences for this one class) WHEN HE GETS UP AND SAYS HE’S HEADING TO A FRIENDS HOUSE. I SAY GOODBYE AND HE JUST GOES "Aren’t you coming?" AND I SAY "Well.." AND BEFORE I CAN SAY ANYTHING ELSE HE GIVES ME A GOOFY SMILE AND SAYS:
"I’d be lost without my blogger"
GUYS STOP REBLOGGING THIS. HE HAS A TUMBLR.
Everyone has that one class where they walk in and immediately want to commit mass homicide