I'm a godmother, that's a great thing to be, a godmother. She calls me god for short, that's cute, I taught her that.
Leo,” Hazel gasped, “I can’t—my arms—” “Hazel,” he said. “Do you trust me?” “No!” “Me neither,” Leo admitted.
Whoa, I think you overestimate me, shitlord. Last time I checked all I did was be in the wrong place at the right time. I saw you and had to - ” “Stalk me.” “ - delicately approach you. In a sideways manner. From behind. Without being seen at all. For ten minutes.
I would love to slap you right now, but I’m currently wielding a nine pound ball and I’m afraid that would be called murder.
It's all life is. Just going 'round kissing people.
