if you like the lovable sound of an asthma attack in your ear every time you tell a joke.

I guessed princesses-in-training didn’t wear pants.

But if it was always a point of speculation, where one person insisted it was a certain way and another denied it, how would anyone ever hold on to the truth?

She had brillant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun all together.

if you love me, love me now. dont hold yourself so badly until tears starts to mean nothing

Yeah, Mom, I’ll just keep telling the prince that he has absolutely no shot with me and offend him as often as I can. Great plan.

It turns out I'm absolutely terrible at staying away from you. It's a very serious problem.