Matilda was left alone. That was how she liked it.
She could move things with her mind and was a god damn genius and you’re jealous of her pancake making.
Damn right I’m jealous of her pancake making. Pancakes are fucking tasty.
what i’m looking for in a man:
- will lend me his hoodies
- good sense of humor
- is a cutie patootie
- will slay my enemies in a brutal display of violence and paint his face with their blood
- good taste in music
all i want is to get in a fight with a guy and scream at him to shut up and then he’ll push me roughly against a wall and whisper “make me”
Only in North Carolina…
please don’t say “we need to talk” because I will have a panic attack right in front of your eyes