Pine Cone Dust

I want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares.

(Source: mchl)

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
then walk back home and eat their dinner and never return your calls.
You will never be their lifelong expedition. The heart is a mystery only for so long.
There is no ache like loving a curious one
who chases every falling star and never catching one.
Who comes and sees and conquers
and leaves.
I’ve fallen in love with a curious one.
Maybe one day he will take the train back home
and be curious enough to read one last message from me
carved on a seat.
“There’s a curiosity in you that will move mountains some day
as effortlessly as you’ve moved me for years.

― Don’t Fall In Love With The Curious One (via le-vide)

(Source: mlcli)

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Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.

― Arthur Schopenhauer (via apoetreflects)

(Source: princess-being)

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there are things about me that you need to know but I am never going to tell you. if I say them out loud they are going to hurt you. if I don’t, they will only hurt me. so please, please understand that I can’t explain on days when I am sad or when you ask what’s wrong. I wouldn’t even know where to start, I’m such a fucked up person.

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What if you didn’t run? This one time. What if you stayed, and let love overtake you?

― Josh Bennett (via pearlkillers)

(Source: angiewrites)

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I accepted it’s okay to not be totally sure about where you live. It’s okay to be somewhere with most of your heart when a piece of it is somewhere else. It’s okay to love and appreciate where you are while still knowing that one day you’re going to want to try to be somewhere else, and it’s okay to to not know when that will be.

― Amber Fox (via emotional-algebra)

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Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever.

― Margaret Atwood (via goldgossamer)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)

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All this time
I drank you like the cure when maybe
you were the poison.

― Clementine von Radics (via hellanne)

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It is much easier to be brave if you do not know everything.

― Lois Lowry (via kari-shma)

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Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

― F. Scott Fitzgerald. (via bulimica)

(Source: 13neighbors)

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