“Be thankful for your good health because you can’t buy it nor does it come gift wrapped in a box.”
(via thechocolatebrigade)
You know how I know he’s NOT gay?: hand motions
(via thechocolatebrigade)
Four!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Because in my case, I miss the opportunity to know him better.
(Sender wanted to remain anonymous).
i do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
i love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
i love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
i love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so i love you because i know no other way
than this: where i does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as i fall asleep.
poem by pablo neruda
translated by stephen tapscott
