kushandwizdom:

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kushandwizdom:

Everything Love
lulz-time:

altered-judgement:
me when I see couples argue in public.
ay-r:

white/creme/beige posts

It’s bizarre

How my blog is the only one I feel like I can really talk to. It’s so trippy that I am in this place and state of mind of disbelief and I don’t like my body, I don’t like it. And I feel like I’m so out of control. It’s so biZzare that I am falling in love yet again with someone I know nothing about. I am so jealous of those girls who can hook up with anyone, and get all these guys to fall head over heals for them yet never get attached back to them. I want to be one of those girls. The girls that just done give a FUCK. And it seams to make everything so easy for them. I dunno. I just want someone to fall in love with me. So badly I just want someone to see me from across the room, look at his friends and say “that’s her”.
I want love. So very bad.

dyslexicdolphins:

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.”

Don’t Fall In Love With The Curious One (via plaidjunkie)

This is beautiful.

(via lyshaeskro)