Babies born,
clean slates,
corruption by parents.
Drawing out blueprints,
architecture of homes
built from staw,
glass,
wood-
no strong foundation
crashing,
shattering
and burning.
Molding at the corners,
cracks expanding over time…
A bulldowzer hits,
knocking down these broken homes,
drawing out new blueprints,
building homes from the ground,
starting with bricks and steel.
Slowly building,
carefully sculpting,
cutting cords of attachment,
re-wiring attraction,
changing course,
breaking Karma
freeing oneself
the curse.
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Mom
Selfless to the greatest
adopting children
like stray cats
Beautiful
Lovely
you are.
My intelligence
strength
beauty
my core
eyes, nose, mouth
and heart
Who am I?
Nothing without you…
Soul mate.
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"There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers come in pairs. When I say, be my lover, I don’t mean, let’s have an affair. I don’t mean sleep with me. I don’t mean, be my secret. I want us to go back to that root. I want you to be the one who loves me. I want to be the one who loves you."
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bobbycaputo:
1 to 100 Years Project is an awesome portrait project by Belgian photographer Edouard Janssens in which he photographed 100 women and 100 men at each age between 1 and 100. His goal was to show the aging process in a positive manner and to provide an interesting visualization of the link between generations. He didn’t handpick the subjects either — all the participants volunteered through the project’s website (excluding the kids, of course).
Interestingly enough, Janssens himself appears in the project — his self-portrait can be seen at number 50 on the men’s side.
The photographs were also arranged into slideshow videos:
(via use-cait-as-bait)
Amidst a heart’s revoultion
nearly a decade
or two
holding on to burdens
unrequited
to a heart
finally free
No anger
vengence
or retailation
Judgment day has come
for a heart
to love
love itself.
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Snake charmer
Genuine in his first approach,
gracing you with flattery,
you’re beautiful.
Serenading you the next morning,
gloating about the exotic country he’s from,
his big hands will strum that guitar,
you’ll stroke his ego,
once he has you in his power-
power of seduction.
Before you know it,
your his ‘sheep’,
the snake of his charm.
He’ll meet your friends,
cuddle in the morning,
cook dinner for two.
Sweep you off those silly feet of yours-
he’s gone.
Two weeks he’s back.
Lies begin,
you see the cracks.
So passionate,
ambitious,
a man so different from the status quo.
Casually unavailable,
got you on speed dial,
money disappearing from your pocket,
tears shed,
week after week,
desperate for his affection,
he feeds into it,
like a hungry animal,
that ego needs a boost,
you’re just there,
She is too.
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"
We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”
I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.
Let our scars fall in love.
"
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"[You will fall out of love. You will fall in love. You will fall out of love.
You will run out of money. You will be glad it’s always warm. You will stare at the sea. You will stare at the sun. You will stare at the birds breaking up blue.] You will stare at the wind leant palms."
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Empty lots,
Vacant hearts,
White dust, liquid vixen, long legs,
False pretense,
Uglies bumping,
Walk of shame,
Meaningless.
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