i was trained in gods eyes and i hope i find his favor

en la fregada insomuch as i want to fregate forget you for me for all things si no me quieres pues no me tienes como la flor tanto amor dont forget youre here forever

when the world ends, where will you be? maybe in the arms of a beloved: you trace the memories on their skin with your cold fingertips. (that time they fell off their bike in the second grade; a faded brown heart shaped scar on their knee). a second longer under their embrace ...

put your faith in god for me

you ever say “i love you” to you?