I wish I could say what is truly on my mind,
but instead I always hide behind my smile.
“That looks fuckin delicious.”
“That looks fuckin disgusting. Look at the frosting, it’s the kind that is really sweet and like pure sugar.”
“I don’t care about the frosting, I just want pancakes with sprinkles.”
“Cake batter pancakes? UHUHUHUHUHUH WHAT.” (HAT) “HAHAHAH”
(via misskittyxo)