She’s Looking At Peteyyy :>

happy hallowing you can take TWO pieces

Je weet dat er niks interessants gebeurt als widmblr al 2 minuten stil is

I wanted to take a picture and she blepped at the perfect time

wat een icon

Elke aflevering hetzelfde

@thebugthatruinsyourpicnic ik heb het deze week van je over genomen 🫡

Only day you can reblog this

Perfectie

I miss them

On Sunday, there's six red dots blinking away on Abed's phone screen. Three, clustered around Greendale, their number ever dwindling. One a few miles to the south. Pierce. He hasn't moved in months, but Abed's been keeping an eye on it just in case. One in Georgia (the state, not the country), where Shirley's spun off to. And one more, just off the coast of India.

Troy.

He's not always there anymore; the tracker doesn't always get reception in the middle of the ocean, and there are days when Abed can't even bring himself to look at it. Where he can't bear the possibility that he won't be able to see that little red dot that means that Troy is out there somewhere.

It helps a bit, when he can see it. When everything is too much, and reality begins to fracture around him, it helps to know that Troy is out there. That he's coming back.

Sunday is a good day. And when he wakes up on Monday, the dot is gone, and Troy has left all over again.

In the last ten hours I have I’ve hurt the same 2 fingers multiple times.

I didn’t do anything special, doors and beds just decided to hate me today.

thoughts on wenis (woman penis)

Everybody is a genius, who knows it in advance