1. This is the last time I saw my grandmother, exactly two months ago. It’s the mental image I have of her, perpetually in her nightgown, smelling like talcum powder. That smell always reminds me of her.



    I’m thankful I made the effort to go home recently and see her, because it’s the last chance I’ll ever get.

    RIP Abuelita.

    (via SuicideGirls Journals AceT)

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