patient, fine, balanced, kind.

Finally home from work.

trevor-keane:

Exactly, she likes me better and I’m not even her son! That says something, Bells.

Take that back.


Finally home from work.

trevor-keane:

Please. You’re just jealous because she likes me more than you.

You’re joking. I can’t be jealous of you, I mean. Is her blood flowing in your veins, Trev? I think not.


Finally home from work.

trevor-keane:

See, she clearly loved my peanut butter ways.

Occasionally. Don’t think so highly of yourself just ‘cause my mom liked you.


Finally home from work.

trevor-keane:

Because it was hilarious to see your reaction! I think your mom should’ve just thanked me for giving her such a good show.

She referred to you as ‘quite the entertainer, dear.’


Finally home from work.

trevor-keane:

I’m joking, you’re mother is a lovely lady. Even if she did send me to the ‘timeout corner’ every single fucking time I was over your house. Yeah, don’t think I forgot about that.

You deserved the time out corner. You constantly put peanut butter in my shoes.



Finally home from work.

trevor-keane:

And how much did you pay your mom for her to tell you that?

You always cut me so deep, Trevor. Haha.


Finally home from work.

trevor-keane:

Too bad? Too bad!?

You suck.

Contrary to popular belief — or, well, your belief — I’m a pretty cool chick.


Finally home from work.

trevor-keane:

Because it makes you look weird.

Well, too bad.


Finally home from work.

trevor-keane:

Don’t make that face at me.

Why?