Siempre, siempre: jardin de mi agonia, tu cuerpo fugitivo para siempre, la sangre de tus venas en mi boca, tu boca ya sin luz para mi muerte. -From 'Del amor imprevisto', Federico Garcia Lorca
"would you still love me if i was a worm"
yeah babe i would AND id get you your own compost bin so we could enter gardening competitions together — Corvid
