#or cigarettes

[red-lights-of-doooooom]

Maybe it's a good thing that your springtime allergies stop you from smoking, my love.

Life has returned to this side of the earth. I don't wanna see you lose yours.

The world is growing, and so are we.

Yet you reject it. You reject us. You shelter away, time and time again, as I have done and will do since time immemorial. You submerge deep within the earth, pulling the covers of black smoke tight around your supple throat as you bury yourself in a grim prognosis.

I can't hear you breathe if I can smell your death.

You're still so young, lamb. Fresh and pure. An angel waiting among the lilies. A lost soul plucked from farmland fields and the Garden of Eden, placed in a concrete jungle filled with cracked dreams and fragile hopes for the next train, arriving precisely at nine o' clock sharp, Monday to Friday. Shuttle buses will run.

I was a demonic denizen, inheriting shame and grief and trauma, lost forever to manmade machinations and the hands of the clock. And then you saved me. You reminded me that I was a human being, with thoughts and feelings and solid opportunity waiting on the other side of the door. You made me feel young again, hopeful and pristine, for the first time in centuries.

I am terrified of ruining that picture-perfect joy that you hold in your heart. Your body and mind may be spent, but your heart is as pure and good as any religious prayer. I long to be pure of heart and mind, but knowledgable enough to save myself from complete annihilation.

And so it breaks my heart to see you callously fade behind those deer eyes. Don't you see, my darling? I'm the damned soul seeking asylum within a slow suicide! I should be protecting you while I destroy myself! I would do ANYTHING to keep you safe and healthy from this disgusting world!

If I can't keep you safe, then I have truly lost.

I am nothing.

So please,

Stay with me a little while longer.

Let me wipe that tar off your tricky little fingers.

Let me hold you just a little bit more, until I am comforted by the warmth of your bones.

This isn't going to be your end, because you've given me a new beginning. I hope this new chapter together will last a long time throughout our lives.

I don't know if I can last another long, gruelling winter alone.

There's no spring without you.

[swampthing07]

My life long goal is to become an alcoholic

[miamaimania]

"Pierre philosophale" (2013) by Les frères Chapuisat - A stone sculpture humorously juxtaposes a cigarette within a rock's slit, blending natural form with human artifact.

[heloocean]

[malibebouu]

Madoclope

[doubledudeski]

[lunehowls]

smoking with my ex's cat because he's chill like that

[389]

By Mark Sabino ig: @marksnotnice

[hinamie]

blue light overexposure dot png

[lungthief]

sometimes u just gotta remind yourself that while ace attorney is about law and justice and stuff it is also about a bunch of young adults living in [CALIFORNIA]

[fragranticareviewers]

[squawq7]

[iwasntstable]

+[MSG : out of cigarettes it's over for me.]

[calebauer]

offer them a little treat !

[evyltalks]

emotionally constipated but so aesthetically devastating. that’s my andrew minyard.