Don’t fall in love with a curious one.
They will want to know who you are, where you come from, what your family was like.
They will look through your photographs and read all of your poems. They will come over for dinner and speak to your mother about how their curiosity has taught them things of use to her. They will ask you to rant when you’re angry and cry when you’re hurt.
They will ask what that raised eyebrow meant. They will want to know your favorite food, your favorite color, you favorite person. They will ask why.
They will buy that camera you liked, pay attention to that band you love in case there’s a show near by, they will get you the sweater you smiled at once. They’ll learn to cook your favorite meals.
The curious people don’t settle for your shell, they want the insides.
They want what makes you heavy, what makes you uneasy, what makes you scream
for joy, and anger, and heartbreak.
Their skin will turn into pages
that you learn to pour out your entire being in.
Don’t fall in love with the curious one.
They won’t let a sigh go unexplained.
They will want to know what they did
Exactly what they did to make you love them.
Year, month, week, day.
“What time was it? What did I say? What did I do?
How did you feel?”
Don’t fall in love with a curious one because I’ve been there.
They will unbutton your shirt
and read every scar
every mark
every curve.
They will dissect your every limb, every organ, every thought, every being.

“There’s a curiosity in you that will move mountains some day
as effortlessly as you’ve moved me for years.”

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Keira Van Gelder, The Buddha and the Borderline

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Sunday Enlightenment by Michael Faudet

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I suddenly want a jeep lol


I suddenly want a jeep lol

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Everything you love is here.


Everything you love is here.

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The lover who leans upon the beloved’s response, his love is like the flame that needs oil to live; but the lover who stands on his own feet, is like the lantern of the sun that burns without oil.
Hazrat Inayat Khan (1882-1927), from The Dance of the Soul: Sufi Sayings (via petrichour)

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I fall in love with everything I also hate everything. It’s very hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic.
M. Manson  (via arbolae)

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Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.

Robert Brault 

Everything you love is here.

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Every nerve in my body could be damaged or numb, and I’d still be able to feel you.
Anonymous (via fluffynips)

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One of my philosophy professors lectured wildly about love once, yelling: ‘When you’re in love with someone, that person is the lighthouse of your universe.’ (I scrawled it inside Science and Poetry in pencil—lighthouse of your universe—as if I would ever forget that phrase.) He was a delightful caricature of his position. I could swear he literally tore his hair out while howling at us. He went on, ‘Nothing means as much without that person.’ One of the men in the class repeated, incredulous, half-laughing, ‘So you’re saying you can’t enjoy, like, a vacation, without someone if you’re really in love with them?’ ‘Of course not,’ the professor replied. ‘Not completely. You recognize beauty, but beauty means less if they don’t witness it with you. Beauty is less. You see something sublime and your first thought is that they should be there with you. It’s not as good without them. They illuminate. They make everything more.’
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I broke your heart.
Now barefoot I tread
on shards.
Vera Pavlova (via rarararambles)
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