what a horrible thing it is to look into your mother's eyes and see her love for you vanish. i'm sorry you had to raise a kid that you didn't want. i love you.
i'd cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. i'd write love poems to the parts of yourself you can't stand. i'd stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you i'm not afraid.
@wooloopilled ... Hm.
Maybe you should, so I can kick you in the shins. I mean, I'd punch you... but that seems cruel even for me. So shins it is. Literal low blow. Just perfect for me.
... But... I guess it'd also be nice to just catch up.
@wooloopilled Urgh. Not cute, I-- ugh.
Can't someone be worried about their friend, Hop? But... regardless, good. That's good. I hope... eh, whatever, you said it's fine. Forget it. But I'm glad.
@wooloopilled ...
I have a salve that helps with any swelling. If you want. I can whip it up really quick. My mothers used to make it when I'd play in the Glimwood as a child. Unfortunately, they keep it a tight-lipped secret, but... I can let you in on that if you're not willing to travel.
@wooloopilled ... Mm. Well-- did you get stung, any..?
I almost feel nervous that you'll get hurt, or something. It's probably standard for your field, of course, but still.