noelle wilde rose

Because the world hates us and wants us to suffer, it’s a terrible curse.

Mom, oh my god, chill. you’re embarrassing me.

That sucks, man. Brownies as the bomb.

they are amazing.

brownies are fattening, but delicious. maybe that’s why?

maybe. but no, I think I might be allergic to them or something. I don’t know.

‘ babe, i know they love you! or at least they do when i make them! i always add at least a cup full of love, so it’s impossible to think that they don’t love you back, elle. ’

“moooommmmmaaaa...” “okay, the way you make them is the best, but-- I think I might be allergic to the chocolate or something.” “I always get a tummy ache after I eat them.”

What kind of brownies we talkin?

Brownies made from scratch and with actual chocolate. And then drowned it chocolate ‘ganche’ or whatever you call it. Or- the way my momma makes them.

Hm, I wouldn’t have the answer to that. Do you know why they don’t love you?

Well, I wouldn’t be asking if I knew, now would I?

Anything with that many calories loves absolutely no one.

I know, I know. But also, chocolate. They always make me so sick though- or at least the way my mom makes them.  I swear she puts like, 5 extra chocolate bars in the actual batter and then she just... dumps chocolate all over the top of them. But I love them soooo much.

‘ it turns out if you spend your whole day off reading, your brain literally feels like mush after 5 straight hours. –ANYWAYS! how’s everyone elses’ week going? ’

“Mom, you’re the only one who even reads anymore. Like, there’s this kid in my geometry class who can’t even read himself. He has his phone do it all for him.” “It’s ridiculous.” “Also- lets just say i’m glad the week is over. Can I transfer to a different school?”