How ballsy it was to just assume you know, with one glance, the things another person could live without. As if it was the same for everyone, that simple.

“How it felt to have the world moving beneath me, a hand gripping mine, knowing …”

“Una vez que amas algo, siempre lo amarás de alguna manera. Tienes que hacerlo. …”

“Here was a boy who liked flaws, who saw them not as failings but as strengths. …”

“A ver, ¿qué hay que ponerse para cortar con alguien? ¿Negro, de luto? ¿O algo c…”