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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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One Nice Bug Per Day
if i look back, i am lost
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@javierxdelgado-blog
The heat was familiar; Javier was most comfortable when he was in it, and he relaxed, eyes closed, taking in the sun. When someone crossed his path, however, he opened his eyes again, letting them settle on the offender. âMovimiento,â he said, moving his palm from one side to the other, displaying where he wanted the person to go. âMove.â
Rafael Barba + Buttoning His Suit
Everyone, meet Javier Looks-Amazing-In-A-Suit Delgado. This little cynical muffin was born in Cuba, raised in Cuba, and moved to Miami with his mother and sister (a newborn) when he was twelve in order to, you know. Escape the bullshit in Cuba. His father stayed behind and Javier never heard from or saw him again. He assumes the worst, but hey. Thatâs Javi. BALLER. He became a US citizen when he was sixteen, after attending school and being an adorable little fucker. But his history made him think that the world was corrupt and that everything in it was going to shit. So he did the logical thing: He moved to New York City, attended NYU, majored in political science, then moved on to Columbia for his law degree. (A lawyer! No way! So original! GET OUT, LIZZY.) He worked on cases involving immigrants and immigration law for years and then it just... wore on him. Couldnât do it anymore. He wanted to stop thinking, so... he gave up his freedom. Came to the Island for a little more sand under his toes and a little less bullshit. Heâs having trouble adjusting to listening to other people, since he spent so long disobeying in the courtroom (YA KNOW WHAT IâM SAYING), but heâs working on it. THIS IS FOR HIM, OKAY? So plot me, love me, love him, and enjoy my POS.
