oil paints, old books, 11:11 & flower crowns.
oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?
"100% a dolly reference. probably, like, roots, or somethin’? dolly just has so many iconic quotes and i’m nothin’ if not loyal to my brand.” a soft giggle escaped marley. “i mean, ‘storms make trees take deeper roots’ is just so, so fittin’ for me. well, at least i think so.”
old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?
marley let out a snort, covering her mouth with her hand. “uhm,” she cleared her throat. “so many things - most of them illegal and happened when i was very young and angry. thankfully, that’s not an issue anymore.” she sighed, “my grandparents, on the other hand? if they could not find out about that time i stole paw’s good whiskey, that’d be nice.”
11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.
“i’m so bad at wishes - oh man.” running a hand through her curls, marley’s knee bounced and she chewed on her lower lip. “first would be to have my grandparents closer. in a perfect world, i’d get to keep my little malnati family and my bio family all in one spot. second, i think would be happiness. or wholeness? they’re kind of the same thing, i think? in whatever form that comes in. borin’ and broad, i know. sue me.” closing her eyes, marley took a deep breath. “last, i’d want to be able to say goodbye to my mom. maybe reconcile some of our issues. i know it wouldn’t have fixed everything, but i think i’d like the chance at least.”
flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?
"this mornin’! rip to nina and elijah’s eardrums. they gotta suffer through my morning shower concert. my day has not started until dolly’s 9 to 5 has played at least once. i’d apologize if i was sorry, but i’m not. the only thing i’m sorry about is how horrendous my voice is when i sing along.”