Wednesday Addams Quotes

Esther changed into a costume of Wednesday Addams, and then they went, the three strangest teenagers in town: a ghost who couldn't speak, a boy who hated the dark, and a girl who dressed as someone else everywhere she went.

This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else. Wednesday Addams, The Addams Family

She was half right. Harlowe was a sweet girl. Although we’d only been in school a few weeks, my sister was already thriving. She’d been on several playdates and was easily the most popular girl in her class. People were naturally drawn to Harlowe. She was like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, picking up new buddies wherever she went. But I was like a blond, ferret-toting Wednesday Addams, leisurely repelling everyone in my path.

As if I was never nicknamed 'Wednesday' as in 'Adams'.

Are they made with real girl scouts

I tried to give him a smile, because he looked truly upset that he might’ve hurt me, but I worried it came out more like Wednesday Addams’ attempt to mollify the counselors at Camp Chippewa.

And to my family, thank you for tolerating this Wednesday Addams wannabe through another publishing cycle fraught with angst, distraction, erratic excitement, and rants about esoteric topics. I love you more than I can say.

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The Masons will likely be there with Felicity,” she went on. “The Masons want to marry their daughter off to me.” Braden explained. “The mother, Mrs. Mason, is a snob with the warmth of a glacier and her daughter, Felicity, reminds me of Wednesday Addams but more Goth. I think the father might be a hologram.” “And will you be marrying the lovely Felicity?” “I would be more likely to marry Cameron.

Braden! How the hell are ya?!” said the guy with the teeth, grabbing Braden’s hand and pumping it up and down almost frantically. He looked like a demented Ken doll. “You’re looking quite dashing tonight, Braden,” said the cold-looking woman in an even colder voice. “Isn’t he, Felicity?” she asked the sullen young woman. I had never seen a more inappropriately named person in my life. She would have made Wednesday Addams look like Doris Day.

Although we’d only been in school a few weeks, my sister was already thriving. She’d been on several playdates and was easily the most popular girl in her class. People were naturally drawn to Harlowe. She was like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, picking up new buddies wherever she went. But I was like a blond, ferret-toting Wednesday Addams, leisurely repelling everyone in my path.

To all the girlies whose fascination with American Horror Story got a little too deep, and the obsession with malevolent gods went a little too hard. For all of those who listen to the Queen of the Damned soundtrack on repeat and relate to Wednesday Addams on a spiritual level. This one is for us.

It’s hard getting the respect you deserve when you look like a cross between Wednesday Addams and a Victoria Secret model.