It’s frustrating how destiny keeps you alive. It gives you joy, it gives you tears, it makes you breath and cry and in the end it breaks your heart. Victor’s different. Always passionate. Victor is everyone that makes me happy. He is sometimes cute and stupid, he is sometimes sad but he knows I can always make him smile. I believe in him and I know that despite the fact he is shy, he always finds THE words to make your heart melt, even in cold winter times. With all his flaws to see, I still love love him. It is a strange feeling but when you start holding on to it, you know you do not ever wanna let it go. It’s logical. It’s just how the world makes room for everything: love, passion, colors, imperfection… being who you are and accepting it.
Ayways, I love porky people, I do. That’s something I never told anyone before. I love porky people that accept who they are, how they look, who love their hips and thighs (as big as they are) their tummies or big noses, their freckles, their un-manicured nails, or their dirty fingers after a whole day of working; people that do not have cars and enjoy traveling by bus or simply walk and feel the air on their skin, who are not afraid to ask questions and always speak their mind, people that don’t care about what others say or think, people that don’t give a shit about bad weather and keep on loving each other no matter what. People that are creative, and by that they make their life worth living. People that love other people. <3
