SLYTHERIN APPRECIATION WEEK: one trait
You think it’s expensive buying one hockey jersey??? Think off all the Jagr fans out there
*NHL announces expansion to las vegas*
[tyler seguin trips over his feet asking for a trade]
(jonny toews claps his hands over pkanes ears and guides him away)
(Paul Bissonnette offers to play for payment in beer and speedos)
If you haven’t stayed up until the early hours of the morning reading with your eyes itching and burning with tiredness and your vision blurred as you fight to stay awake to finish the book, you haven’t lived at all
If I were You-Know-Who, I’d want you to feel cut off from everyone else. Because if it’s just you alone, you’re not as much of a threat.
Happy 20th Birthday!
You’re an amazing person and I’m so glad I can call you my friend. I love that you obsess over hockey as much, if not more than I do. Plus you totally deal with all my rambling and complaining. Even though school and started (and yes, I know you are excited about it), I really hope you are able to have a great day and spend time doing something fun. I wish the season could have started already for you, so you could go to a game on your birthday. Oh, and guess what you are now halfway to 40!!!
Above are nine things/people I associate you with. But yeah, Happy Birthday, EJ!
Bone of the father, unwillingly given. Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed. Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken. The Dark Lord shall rise again.
Elaine, today is your birthday.
Although the winds will always blow and crash over the lush life of the meadows…
And the sea will crash and flow sometimes treacherous but often beaming from a lighthouse’s comforting glow…
You will not.
You will pass from this Earth before the fire of the Sun burns out.
And in the eyes of eternity, really only moments after the fire you extinguish with your hopeful breath upon your icy icing covered ice cream cake.
You have only moments left…
Cherish the Sun and time and the ability to understand your right and your left.
Cherish the sunny side of your time left on Earth.
Cherish the Sonny side of Cher.
Okay that is all. Bye.
A poem by Not-Robert Frost
*Blatantly stolen from Buzzfeed*