i mean im an adult, i guess, if that’s the word for it. a lot of things i used to care about i just say “Fuck It” and let go.
but it’s incredible to me that there’s still so many passages to my soul. how just a group of teenagers looking at me and laughing makes my teeth hurt. how someone’s comment sends me back to high school bullying. how i am constantly asking myself are they even really my friends?
i don’t know. i never throw myself birthday parties because my worst nightmare would be that nobody shows. i just wonder if there’s ever a time that your last insecurities let go. i’ve only ever found that kind of freedom at the honey lips of tequila. i want to be brave at two pm on a sunday. i want to actually not care what they say. i want to be the kind of witch that laughs through the burning.
i imagine this taking place in a relatively early cycle when merle, like….was off doing merle things; iirc, taako doesn’t have THAT many deaths under his belt, so losing him was probably hard to get used to. i also headcanon that it wasn’t often that the taaco twins didn’t go down together. so. here’s this.
also do consider full-viewing; i overestimated how large the panels would look.
“Just stopping in to show some interest. And see if it might be returned.” “Oh, flattered, Ryder, but I’m not into guys. Thanks, though. Still, answer me this: would I be a one night thing, or do I read as marriage material?” - source