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The wise only articulate words of experience.

“TEXT: 08/28/2014 (4:07); Trying to prove a point that I’m here to stay and that you’re completely lovable, despite what you may think. And that love still exists. So maybe, even if you’ll never want to be with me and I get fed up and walk away, you’ll know that someone somewhere can still love you the same way I did and that love still exists.”

—   Me

“Surviving is exhausting.”

—   Stephanie Asselin
Between you and I, You are the true poet. You have turned me into a wound. A wound that you won’t allow to heal. You continuously pick at the scabs until the bleeding starts again. You punch at bruises to create a weakness within me. You fracture your own hand to exaggerate the story. You have turned us into poetry.  And all my scars belong to you.


What fucks me up about the Darren Wilson fundraiser is that he hasn’t been charged with a crime. He doesn’t have to hire a lawyer. He’s on paid leave, so he’s not losing wages. This is not covering his expenses, because he doesn’t have any additional expenses. This is a reward. He’s getting a $250,000 reward for murdering an unarmed black kid, two days away from starting college, in broad daylight.

(via penthouseview)