Becca Ritchie

This isn’t a welcome to my life sitcom. This is a you’ve joined my life drama or possibly, a horror story.

“That’s cute that you’re pretending you can go to the store without me.”

But the more he tries to protect himself, the more we’re going to have a problem.

Let my childhood-crush-also-turned-bodyguard pick out my lube for me

Maybe I shouldn’t have dropped out of Harvard.

Jane owned five cats: Walrus, Carpenter, Toodles, Ophelia, and Lady Macbeth.

I’ll break both of your kneecaps and stake your head on a pitchfork if you fuck with her. Glad we have that covered.

I try one last thing and text: I’ll distract the crowds when you come. I want to add that I’d kill for him. I’d move mountains and rip through stone. I’d do anything to ensure my little brother’s safety

Their house also has a distinct smell of brewed coffee, tea, floral candles, and cat.

“Whatever you can do, I can do better.”