I wake up craving this cigarette.
YEAH I KNOW THEY'RE NO GOOD FOR ME,
but I can't put 'em down just yet.
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"But maybe snow is just angels flicking ashes from their
cigarettes down to earth,
and the days we spend home from school playing in powdered crystals
will leave us coughing up smoke when we turn 16.
and the light pink dress your mother used to make you wear will turn red where it hits your hips and kisses the tips of your wrists,
and your mother will ask you why there’s blood on all your clothing
and you’ll pretend like you haven’t been doing drugs in the bathroom at school and crying so much.
and one of these days I’ll scream at you to kiss me, and you’ll do it
and we’ll both burn into the ground and watch our bones melt into nothing
because we are nothing,br> even though we’ve got ourselves convinced that we’re the world.
but at least your lips are against mine.
and you don’t always feel it at first, but when you feel it oh god
you feel it.
and liquor seems like a good idea
until it’s not.
and you’ll get better at feeling sorry for yourself and bandaging cuts.
and you’ll get better at finding the stars under your skin, and learning to breathe again.
and you’ll lose your f*cking mind
but you’ll find it.
again,
and again,
and again.
and I’m terrified of growing up,
and leaving behind chapped lips
and peach tasting kisses
and fireworks
and headaches
and eyes filled with oceans pouring down your face and flooding your mouth,
but I would go anywhere with you."
and the days we spend home from school playing in powdered crystals
will leave us coughing up smoke when we turn 16.
and the light pink dress your mother used to make you wear will turn red where it hits your hips and kisses the tips of your wrists,
and your mother will ask you why there’s blood on all your clothing
and you’ll pretend like you haven’t been doing drugs in the bathroom at school and crying so much.
and one of these days I’ll scream at you to kiss me, and you’ll do it
and we’ll both burn into the ground and watch our bones melt into nothing
because we are nothing,br> even though we’ve got ourselves convinced that we’re the world.
but at least your lips are against mine.
and you don’t always feel it at first, but when you feel it oh god
you feel it.
and liquor seems like a good idea
until it’s not.
and you’ll get better at feeling sorry for yourself and bandaging cuts.
and you’ll get better at finding the stars under your skin, and learning to breathe again.
and you’ll lose your f*cking mind
but you’ll find it.
again,
and again,
and again.
and I’m terrified of growing up,
and leaving behind chapped lips
and peach tasting kisses
and fireworks
and headaches
and eyes filled with oceans pouring down your face and flooding your mouth,
but I would go anywhere with you."
“
I was seventeen, shaky breath, shaky knees, tired lungs and wet hair but I wasn’t drowning like last summer ”
— I thought I couldn’t live without you but you were nothing more than a good morning text and someone to pass out next to
”
*gets caught smoking by mom*
don't worry mom its a metaphor
I'm
jealous of the cigarette that kisses your
lips,
and the way you take
a gasping breath after you take a
hit.
(Skyla Breeann♥)
"It's a metaphor."
"See: you put the killing thing between your teeth, but don't give it the power to do its killing."
- Augustus Waters
can i be your cigarette
so you can pull me
out
of a black dark box
so you can light me
up
when i’m cold
so you can keep me
on
your lips
so you can inhale
me
even though you know
how toxic i am
but you don’t
really care
cause you love that feeling
in your lungs
nmq
-reposted
if someone tells you you’re beautiful, you tell them
they are too. if someone says they love you, decide if they
mean it before you say it in return. if a boy tells you
he’d date you if you didn’t smoke, light a
cigarette and walk away. if your mother screams at you
because she’s had a bad day, close your eyes and leave
her to her anger. if last nights lover doesn’t call you
back, do not cry and blame yourself.
