I woke up at 3am in my unmade bed because fresh sheets will soothe me on Sunday. I sit outside listening to Elliott Smith and smoke a marbolo gold. The summer breeze calms me. I鈥檓 sat next to the black paint paw prints that my late dog left me to look at and remember his antics. The stars are so bright tonight and the hum of the unknown bug creates an unheard symphony of the knight . Tomorrow I quit nicotine all over again. But what is one cigarette? Surely it鈥檚 not a blue razz icy vape. I don鈥檛 know how to end this. So I go inside and sleep again.
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Losing feelings and finding out I鈥檓 talking to a C tier 6/10 beta male
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Nicotine is a trap it convinces you to do it over & over and your brain tells you to do it again. The only way to quit is by not playing the game.
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