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The wise only articulate words of experience.

“I don’t think there’s enough books in the world to replace the void you filled.”

—   Stephanie Asselin

Poison is not Venom

the-whiskey-writer:

When you told me
You were poisonous to be around
I wore heavy hazmat words to protect me
Took deep breaths through a mask
and only touched you with heavy gloves

Until one day the letters you wrote me
began to sting
and I realized you weren’t poisonous
You were venomous
and I’d just been bit

“A weirdo is someone who follows their heart. I’m definitely weird, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

—   Kid Cudi (via phuckindope)

(Source: hqlines, via phuckindope)

To See The Sea Of Lonely Me

the-whiskey-writer:

The day I met her
She was dragging driftwood down the shoreline
I was collecting seashells
and we both looked lost next to an ocean current
She asked why I was collecting seashells
and I told her it was because I know she was coming
and I wanted her to have memories of me
I asked about her…

"why do you always do that?" he whispered,
sad blue eyes in the darkness, arms almost
around me. “why whenever someone compliments you
do you always pretend like you don’t deserve it?”

i shrugged and burrowed closer to him.
i felt his heart quicken.

"i’m worried about you," he whispered, "i think you’re
in a really bad place.”

i kissed him before he figured out the rest of me.

i think he fell in love. he put his heart in my hand and i remember staring at it for a long time.

i also remember when it dropped.
my hands cant hold things, you know.
they shake a lot.

—   r.i.d. (inkskinned)

(Source: douleurivy, via inkskinned)