#i haven't made a single thing for frida. no thoughts just vibes

[he1st]

FRIDA  LAUGHS,  AMUSED   as  she  watches  philly.   it's  a  hard  thing  to  accept,  growing  up,  shedding  girlhood  like  snake  skin   &   becoming  anew.   “   for  the  record,  i  don't  actually  think  adults  do  their  own  taxes.   my  parents,  like,  go  see  someone  about  it.   wait,  do  yours?   aunt  alice  does  their  taxes,  right?   there's  no  way  i  can  see  uncle  adam  doing  taxes.   jude,  maybe.   ”   she  says  with  another  giggle.   “   i'm  just  saying.   you  know  how,  like,  people  in  our  parents'  generation  always  say  shit  like  ' i  can't  believe  we're  the  new  adults ' ?   well,  we're  the  new,  new  adults.   can  you  believe  that?   like   ...   humanity  is  regressing.   how  are  we  allowed  to,  like,  drive   &   purchase  alcohol?   ”

@he1st / frida: "we were babies then."

"nooooooo, don't say that!" philly lets out a loud, exaggerated wail of a complaint, all the while hugging a large stuffed toy dog (his name is truman junior, after her dad's dearly departed pet. rest in peace, king). as she attempts to roll over onto her side to face frida, she just about nearly falls off the couch. "i am still a baby -- i'm not a grownup, i refuse to be one. grownups have to do shit like, taxes. i don't know how to do that."