#Pee Pee Bridgers

[ppbickdgers]

PEEPEE BRIDGERS❌

PP BICKDGERS✅

OMG ICU MY FAVORITE SONG EVER

[strawberryloveyyy]

pee pee bridgers

pee pee bridgers

[recklessandyoung]

Pee Pee Bridgers?

I mean, I’m not gay, but $20 is $20

[robsongirl234]

Jesus Christ, im so purple all the time ..

[owlcracker]

she is me frfr

[better-call-mau1]

Thinking about Sabine waking up in the comm tower in the middle of the night and finding herself alone in bed and having a panic attack like “oh no oh no oh no oh no…it was all just a dream…Ahsoka and I never found Ezra…and I never told him I loved him…and we never got married…and our life together was just a haunting invention of my subconscious…”

…then the toilet flushes down the hall and Ezra stumbles out of the refresher in his little orange sleep shorts and flops back into bed beside her and passes out immediately while Sabine is still trying to get over her emotional whiplash.

[fawkesandfelix]

Bridger’s brother and sister-in-law bought us a security system for Christmas…

And YES I put a door sensor on the dog door and pointed the security camera at the landing so that I could monitor Fawkes coming and going 😂😂

[archivedbyebye]

Life is frustrating because 'pissing contest' has both a literal and figurative meaning :\

[listerinehalloween]

credit to ^^

[brenninthetaylorverse]

PEE PEE BRIDGERS

me when phoebe bridgers says 25 felt like flying.

i have literally like thousands of images of her lol.

[lucshiro]

🎇

im new to tumblr be nice or ill pee

[hazlohazza]

I'm gonna pee my pants.

Before and after photos from sophomore year of college

[maxverstappensflatbrim]

Pee pee bridgers

[teeenofstyle]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌🤎

awww this is so nice! thank you for also being one of my favorite mutuals!

Stay Down - boygenuis

flaming hot cheetos - clairo

waiting room - pee pee bridgers

brando - lucy dacus

chineese satellite - phoebe boobartz

[zahraisandwillalwaysbe]

The first time we parted ways, we were giggling and kissing, he couldn’t let go of me and he said farewell, and I didnt look back when I left and he texted me song lyrics as soon as he was in the train and he told me he missed me right after and we watched a movie the same night. We knew close to nothing about each other and everything seemed so pure and precious. I left while listening to Friday I’m In Love by the Cure because for this beautiful friday, I felt something. Like genuine feelings, feelings of something that could be. I ended up in a coffeeshop and updated my girls and I was happy. And we didnt hold expectations, at least I didnt.

This morning he left again, it was much earlier, and the station smelled like pee. We held hands for a bit, we almost didnt kiss, not passionately at least, just pecks here and there and he kept giving his cheek for me to kiss. Like his lips were an open wound and that my kisses made them burn with pain and irritation, and that blood was dripping from the showing nerves. And we didn’t have the time to properly say goodbye because the bus was about to leave, and he didn’t say farewell and he didn’t look back when he climbed in there. But I did, I stayed for a bit and then I left. He texted me hearts soon after the bus left, but he didn’t send me song lyrics, and we were not giggling as he left, and he didn’t send me pictures nor did he update me on his ride. He left me on read and I didnt listen to any song on my way home because my phone was dead, but I ended up in a coffeeshop, drank an overpriced café crème thinking about what happened the past few days. And I was half asleep in the subway and almost missed my stop, and his texts were cold and now the song I’m listening to is Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers, again and again, and my throat hurts from not being loved properly and from trying not to cry and i’m still on my way to a coffeeshop to see my girl and talk about it with her and study, because life doesn’t end when I feel unlovable again, i still have to take the subway and I still have to work and I still have to smile and I still have to take care of myself and dress and eat and I still have to live. And I have to learn the lesson again, and be scared again. And I have to accept it.

[cdt-toomi-vangrizzle]

Gros Ventre Wilderness (Bridger-Teton NF)

August 19-21

Peter dropped us off back at the visitor center in Grand Teton National Park, and we road walked through the rain to Mormon Row, where there are old buildings from when the Mormons were out settling in the west. From Mormon Row, we took a dirt road through a huge field where we saw bison. At first we only saw around 50 of them, but as we got closer they started standing up out of the long grass. There were probably 150 or more bison. We were a little nervous to approach them, but when we were about 100 yards out, they started to stampede away. We were glad they moved; they were huge and we’ve heard of people getting gored. When we got to the other side of the road, some tourists in an SUV labeled Jackson Safaris were amazed that we had started the stampede. They took a picture of us. We left the park and walked the road out into the Bridger-Teton National Forest, Gros Ventre wilderness. The new scenery was considerably less stunning than the Tetons, although the red hills were cool, and we learned about a giant landslide that happened there. While in the Gros Ventre, we met a man named Bill Farquhar, who was working on a sketch of the mountains. He said he had been to this area when he was in college, and that it had left a big impression on him. He had finally figured out where it was and now returned semi-frequently to visit. We camped and continued on the Gros Ventre road the next day. 

On the other end of the Gros Ventre, we came out to an idyllic ranch. We had accidentally walked onto their property, so we started to walk through the yard and felt weird. The dog, Luna, greeted us first, and then the owner came out and introduced himself. Darwin Ranch is set up as a “back country glamping experience” and seemed like a very welcoming place. The owner gave us some pointers on which route was prettiest, and we were on our way. We walked the Kinky Creek Trail and were impressed by the titular Kinky Creek. As we walked into the evening, some dark storm clouds rolled in. We were out in an open sage field, and we could see lightning in the clouds, so we picked up the pace to find shelter. Just in time, we set up the tent in a small aspen grove.

The next day, we walked through many a cow field to get to the Green River. We forded the river then walked out onto a dirt forest road to put our shoes back on. As we sat, a truck rolled by, and I lazily stuck out my thumb to try to hitch. It worked! The guy stopped and told us that he was happy to give us a ride, but had no room in his cab or bed, so we would have to ride on the open tailgate. Perhaps stupidly, we agreed. The guy drove slowly, and averted most of the potholes, but it was still a bumpy ride! At one point, he did hit a pothole, and we both bounced into the air. Owen landed back on the tailgate, but I flew so high that I fell off the truck. I was still holding onto the tailgate cord, but my body was off the tailgate, and my feet were dragging in the road. The man stopped the truck, and got out to ask if I was OK. It had hurt, but I was more shocked than anything. I said I was fine, but needed to pee really badly, so I took the opportunity while we were stopped. Again, probably stupidly, we got back on the tailgate. It was 20 miles of dirt road until we got out to the Highway and continued another 10 miles. It also started to rain! Definitely our worst hitch. The guy let us off at the intersection with the highway that went into Pinedale. We had to wait a while to get another hitch, because people were speeding by. Finally, a guy picked us up and took us into town where we went to the visitor center.