Status Updates From Lovestruck

"What would sixty or seventy years with Orion have meant to you?" I ask. Artemis' eyes water, and her voice drops to a whisper.
"Everything. It would have meant everything."
"And do you feel for Tony what you felt for Orion?" Deya asks, glancing at me.
"More," she says, holding her Orion necklace. "Orion is the stars, but Tony? He's heaven. A heaven I'll never know."

Me encanta el drama.

“To me, Hector is an anchor, keeping me grounded enough to process, to think. To plan what in all of Gaia I'm going to do. But to Hector, I am his torment. I am the one person he loves more than anything. The one person he can never have. The one match I could never, ever allow.
Because it isn't real.”

Of course, those same myths show my kind as chubby, cherubic, obnoxious, diaper-clad babies named "Cupid," because evidently the Romans weren't satisfied with causing the fall of Ancient Greece, they also had to steal and bastardize an entire pantheon of gods for their use, and ... and ...
Don't get me started on the Romans.

Mientras Lucía está leyendo Kafka sentimentalmente, yo estoy aquí partiéndome la caja.

“Shooting an arrow into a crowd of people on the Copacabana in Rio de Janeiro is highly illegal.
Good thing I:
a) don’t care, and
b) can’t be seen.”

Empezamos bien “sassy”. Típico libro que se leería Celia. Je, je.