"   He had eyes as dark as his thoughts, but I swear,
I could see hints of light dancing around his pupils.
He spoke strange words about how life is nothing
more than one big dream, and all he wanted was to
wake up. I loved the way he laughed about things
that really made him want to cry. I loved how he
could light up a room when he thought he was only
clouding things up. His lips were drenched in
whiskey scented heartache and his eyes were red
from the smoke filled grief he inhaled. He thought
he was poisonous and dark, but I promise, that
boy was brighter than both the sun and stars
combined.   "
You’re not poison, you’re an antidote to the madness around us (via cruelcutie)