*sadly Cha Cha Chas To Bed*

*sadly cha cha chas to bed*

all of europe watching the jury votes every single year:

Wolfram Koch sitzt vor mir in der U-Bahn, wie reagieren?????

When I went to Sunderland, my grandad told me he’d teach me how to ride when I came back for Christmas and then he fuckin’ died and I haven’t been on a bike since. And now I’m saying that out loud I realize that never learning was actually a great disrespect to his memory and now I feel ashamed so can we stop talking about it and go back to me just taking out my negative emotions on you even if you deserve it or not.

Come on, Roy. For grandad.

i feel like high school/middle school sitcoms set the unrealistic expectation of being able to have lunch time outside