“It's quiet now. So quiet that you can almost hear other people's dreams So quiet that you can almost hear me tell Gramps, Thank you.”Mia. Seventeen. Oregon. Cello.

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thelittleharlequinn:

         ”Excuse me; people love me. I actually have heaps of friends who’d make me cookies if I liked them. And obviously not everyone since I just said I don’t.”

          _{“If they loved you, they’d make you cookies.”}

thelittleharlequinn:

         ”I don’t even like cookies. People don’t make cookies for people who don’t like them. Duh.”

          _{“So, you don’t like people, people don’t like you. Now it makes sense. Also, everyone likes cookies.”}

thelittleharlequinn:

         ”Oh, honey. I was going to mention the fact that no brother is gonna want to spend all his time makin’ cookies for his unloved sister… but maybe I’ll keep that to myself for now.”

          _{“—-No one ever makes you cookies, do they?”}

thelittleharlequinn:

         ”Your Momma is gonna die someday, kid. Then ya won’t be left with anyone to make them for ya and you’ll be back to buyin’ them yourself. Sucks to be you.”

          _{“Then I can teach my brother how to bake.”}

thelittleharlequinn:

         ”Sure, buy yourself some cookies knowin’ that ya had to buy them because…. nobody loves ya!”

          _{“—-My mom makes me cookies.”}

thelittleharlequinn:

         ”That may be so. But there ain’t none for you.”

          _{“There is if I buy some.”}

thelittleharlequinn:

         ”Nope. Welcome to the real world, kid. People are harsh and life ain’t no fairytale with love and cookies.”

          _{“Doesn’t mean the world can’t still be filled with cookies.”}

thelittleharlequinn:

          “Because nobody loves ya!”

          _{“Bit harsh, don’t you think?”}