The smell of palo santo: 06 de abril de 2015
There was shoulder-length curly hair and amber smiley eyes, the smell of palo santo, a symbol tattooed on the shoulder, a pierced lip, a smooth laugh, nervous energy, and there I have fallen. A million future memories blur the present…
I wanted to go to El Buen Dios: 05 de marzo de 2015
I realized I never talked about that night last week at my guy friend’s apartment, when I wanted to go to El Buen Dios, because I’ve been there twice and I don’t remember anything from either time (thanks alcohol), but…