How ARE you so skinny if you fly around everywhere?
Peter shrugged. “Gee, its real hard y'know…” He replied, rubbing the side of his cheek. “It’s ’cusya need alot of Faith, Trust nd’ Pixie Dust!” Pan whispered, with a smile while his hands were firmly on his hips.
I like my waffles with arms, legs, faces, and consciousness/souls so we may conquer the world and create a world society based on the enjoyment of waffles. Yes, I see the moral problem, we’d be eating the waffles I’d used to conquer the world. But I never said I wasn’t evil, did I?
I don’t really know what to think anymore. You play these mind games and string me along with a faint shimmer of hope and then I’m the one that ends up with the short end of the stick. Just because you’re beautiful doesn’t mean you can treat people the way you do. I fall again and again and again and then, the other shoe drops and I wake up realizing I’ve gone head over heels acting like an idiot around you. You feign interest and draw me in, you ignore me and it drives me nuts, I forget about you and you reappear, and we start again.