|—||Queenie (via ahorrorstorycircle)|
Meningeal carcinomatosis; that’s what the doctor called it. Tiny seedlings of the cancer planted in the lining of my spine. The little bastards are Satan’s diet pill. I used to think I understood pain; burn, a cut, a broken bone, heartbreak. But this is as if I’ve been dipped in the River Styx, and all the suffering of all the souls that ever were or will be have soaked my body. My body doesn’t belong to me; not that I’d want it in this state. I’m starting to look less Samantha and more Endora everyday.
Just look at those legs!