#offficemanager

               ❛  it’s crazy how much i love you.  ❜  sometimes he just looks to pam in awe, offers that little whisper of his normal voice, practically breathless with how beautiful she looks, and today is one of those days. god, he’s a lucky guy.

“I can’t be sure, but I think Dwight poisoned my sandwich with his blood. Or maybe it’s just beets. Could go either way.”

really highkey reminder that i adORE YOU!!!

                 It came out as a question rather than statement.

      “Hey, could I borrow your GREEN MARKER?  Mine just        ran out and I can’t have pink trees.   At least not in this        painting.”

it is not coincidence that brings this doctor, an embodiment of true bitterness,  to haunt the businesswoman with his company  . . . nor is it sharp-toothed fate, smiling cruelly upon him. on the contrary, he himself bears the full weight of the blame, for  he had commandeered the office’s  owner ( the man who smells too much of ginger as he tries to quell his smoking habit; the man who might be able to update house’s office )   __________ this intrusion was, after all, the best way to gain easy favors.                               thus: here they are.   ❛  good thinking on apologizing. i mean, instead of talking to you, i could be out there saving lives or something. i hear that’s what doctor’s do.