#age: 33

[help-me-find-them]

There’s not a sign of her

Age: 33

[awellknownriddle]

Lonely Couples

A love made just so that the two can lick each other's wounds is unsightly. In the end there's really no difference from living alone, if you can't take care of your flaws beforehand.

[illwriteatragedy-archive]

Who are your kids?

Illia. He's nine.

Nikolai - he's seven. He's got his mother's attitude.

And Jane. She's my five year old angel.

[disintegrativeruin-blog]

[age 33]: Do you love anyone?

[ She loves a lot of people.

                                          She might not love particularly well, and she 

                                          might show it in all the wrong ways most of the

                                          time, but if there's one thing Josephine has, 

                                          it's h e a r t.

She loves Joyce, who is not the person she thought she was but somehow that doesn't matter, who ran away and came back again, who hurt her more than she thinks anyone else ever has, who is the other half of her smile and the gravel scraping against her throat, who was her first true friend after Annabel, after the labs, after they got their second chance.

She loves Josh, who is a best friend no matter what, who is the one who stayed, who has more heart than all of them combined, who is steady and true and s t r o n g, who she aches for sometimes because she never should've left him there alone, who doesn't fight like the rest of them do but that doesn't mean it matters any less, who is a tether.

She loves Elliot, who is blue eyes like her, who is a startled smile and a heart too big and too empty until it is too full, who is dogging Cielo's steps and then stumbling into her in the kitchen late at night, who is skinny arms wrapped around her waist and 'it's okay, it's gonna be okay' because she can lie to a lot of people -- she does, still -- but she could never, ever lie to Elliot, who is cracked in a hundred different places because the world is too cruel, too twisted.

She loves Caleb, who is a hat and hope and a second chance after the first one she's ruined, who is an arm around her shoulders and a head on top of hers when they watch old movies at his apartment and he knows she wants to say something, she just doesn't, who is there even when she pushes and pulls away, who is understanding when she doesn't deserve it, who is the best friend she thinks she doesn't deserve either.

She loves Cielo and Luz, too, in different ways; Robin, who is thrown into her life when she least expects it, who needs to be protected but who can protect herself, who is scared when she doesn't need to be, who is special. 

She loves Kes, too, in a way that is both the same and different than the others, but she tries not to think about that, swallows it down and ignores the thought of shaky fingers around a cigarette and smudges of purple beneath his too-old eyes. ]

Of course I do.