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BANKSY LOOKS FOR LOVE

IN HELL’S KITCHEN…. October, 2013 ❤

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We belong together ❤️❤️❤️

L'unico posto al mondo dove voglio stare è dentro i tuoi occhi, incastrata tra le tue ciglia.

L'unico posto al mondo in cui voglio invecchiare è sulle tue labbra, nella curva del tuo sorriso.

L'unico posto al mondo in cui mi sento a casa è tra le tue braccia, appoggiata sul tuo cuore.

unangelosadico

When you are attracted to people, it’s because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.

jodi picoult, sing you home

Do you see my heart?

I know I am only human.

I know I am not worth more than anyone else.

But I feel that I am still not understood.

As if my creator could only sympathize with my internal and external struggles of thought.

It isn’t a meaning to be found,

But a feeling to be felt.

A constant battle in my mind for the correct choice of good and evil.

To know what love is.

Will I ever know?

My mind grasps at a certainty only based on memories I currently have in my head.

It loosens its grip on the months before-

As if they have no longer happened.

How can I love if I can’t remember it’s depth?

How can I feel life if in old age I have nothing left?

But the touch of your hand on my worn face?

But the warmth of another human who has felt the struggles I have?

To be in solidarity in the life not chose but the life continued to choose.

Is that what love is?

To stand with someone as if you were standing alone.

To outstretch your arm and offer eternal loyalty as you would want?

A pact one makes to understand humans are not without flaw

And that life has beaten and battered us in ways we cannot begin to explain over a coffee in a busy shop.

Everything has rules, and I’m tired of it.

Rules of love, rules of life

I want freedom

But I want security

And maybe love is finding the balance between when one is alone and when together- you piece together the person life has chipped away at.

At youth we are young but not wise

And as wisdom comes the opportunity of youth fades,

Love is all encompassing in every facet of life,

It is why God is love,

And how he is everywhere,

In him I find my perfection

And in him I have no questions

Because how can you question a God who has made everything you could ever experience,

And without him- not a thought would exist

And so I trust in him alone.

Because before I was anything he was always something.

So I trust in him.

And learn to forget.

What it is to love.

And I just live consciously and radically attached to love. And it is just there. It is. And always will be.

“Your most beautiful letters (and that’s saying a lot, since in their entirety as well as in almost every line, they are the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me)”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

clowniconography:

if you don’t have @ least one collection of specific items i literally have nothing more to say to you. we will never relate to each other. however, you cool ass motherfuckers who do collect @ least one type of thing, reblog this post and say what that thing is. i’ll go first: clown dolls and good luck charms

A Poem Called: Her Month and Her Name

Her Month and Her Name

Let me tell you a story,
Of a woman through and through.
Strong and sensitive,
A warrior and a pacifist,
A resolute defender of her own pride,
And of her pride: her mate, her cubs, her fierce children.

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imagine having a few drinks, making out and caressing each other’s face, cuddling and then falling asleep in each other’s arms