The truest form of love is how you behave toward someone, not how you feel about them.
It was worth a wound – it was worth many wounds – to know the depth of loyalty and love that lay behind that cold mask.
I have so much of you in my heart
I dare you to say I’m not ugly.
This, according to the fellows who saw me as fit for a Service career, put me ahead of the curve, to understand this truth at an age when most guys are starting only to suspect the basics of adulthood–that life owes you nothing; that suffering takes many forms; that no one will ever care for you as your mother did; that the human heart is a chump.
But thou art with us, with us in the past,
The present, with us in the times to come.
There is no grief, no sorrow, no despair,
No languor, no dejection, no dismay,
No absence scarcely can there be, for those
Who love as we do. Speed thee well!
The love between a man and a woman acts like a mousetrap to lure a man towards a woman enticing him like a pure cheese, but is secretly tied with a strap.
Transcendence is before you should you choose to take a swim.
Into your deep blue you dive and all that is within.
Referred to as my subconscious so you may understand me clear.
But there’s nothing very simple about the message I’m sending here.
The colour of your blood, the liquid through your veins,
is really just a pathway to the place that feels your pains.
The heart is an ocean but within it there’s a sun, submerged beneath the ocean, and all that is but one.
It looks like two alpacas fucking, mostly,” he said apologetically. “Of course, sometimes, the boy can’t get his boy parts past the girl’s furry ass, and he needs a little help, so then it looks like two alpacas fucking while their handler’s giving the one on top a handjob.
Love is fate that ends in tragedy.