i care not of the miles,
the borders, or the oceans
that may come between us.
i will sail on the seas
of your happiness,
and i will travel
across the perfect geography
of your skin.
i will study the constellations
of your freckles
and fill my life
with the passport stamps
from every corner
of your body.
i will explore you
and i swear on the breath
you will steal
that not a soul on earth
will find more
to love.
A girl at work decided that it was ok to tell the new girl that she wasn’t sure if I was with Val because I loved her or because I liked to argue with people about it.
Only problem is, I’ve never made a huge show about being gay. Though I also never lied when the kids asked me my fiancee’s name. Maybe that was my mistake?
(To be fair, I did make one joke about moving my bed into the closet, but that went way over the kids heads.)
I believe that love that is true and real, creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving or not loving well, which is the same thing. And then the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face… It is because they make love with sufficient passion, to push death out of their minds… until it returns, as it does, to all men… and then you must make really good love again.
Ernest Hemingway, Midnight in Paris (via corinnelikes)
An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle but will never break.