Murder’s a game my college does every year where everyone’s given a plastic knife with someone’s name on it. The knives are shoved under your door at midnight and for the next week you have to try and ‘kill’ the person on your knife. If you kill them, you get their knife and have to kill that person, and so on, until there is one lone survivor. You can’t kill someone in the dining hall or in their room, or if they’re naked. I’m pretty sure the prize is a bottle of vodka.
It gets super intense; some floors unscrew most of their lights to make it harder to find the right person, or keep the fire emergency doors closed with black garbage bags taped up so you can’t even see into the floor. Some people walk around in nothing but a towel so that if someone comes at them they can just drop it and be immune. People walk in groups. Everyone’s suspicious of everyone. Friends are no longer trusted. No one and nowhere is safe.
Panic! at the disco: Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you’re sliding off your dress?
I don’t know how I still have followers on here???
I moved to another blog niallsootd two years ago. It was an One Direction blog, but I recently decided to leave that fandom. I followed a bunch of you over there. No pressure to follow me back :) I just wanted you to know where I am.
fuck the idea that fat girls are only seen as hot when they have lingerie, a face full of makeup on and a sultry expression on their face like the level of femininity fat girls have to perform to not be seen as ugly is phenomenal
