19. Josseline. Salvadoreña. Intento de psicóloga, con la cabeza en todos lados, soñando con un mundo que aún no ha sido creado. Llenando tumblr con todas mis adicciones y amores.
What a slut time is. She screws everybody.
The joy you bring us is so much greater than the sadness we feel about your illness.
made me worry that when I died they’d have nothing to say about me except that I fought heroically, as if the only thing I’d ever done was Have Cancer.
I’m a grenade and at some point I’m going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties.
I could hear his crooked smile.
I lay down in the grass on the patio’s edge, looked up at Orion, the only constellation I could recognize.
Everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.
Maybe Okay will be our Always.
I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space.
Frankly, I’d read your grocery lists.