We held hands, and used our free ones to share smokes. You kissed me and said, "There couldn't be a better way to start the morning - coffee, cigarettes, cinnamon gum, and you." It was cold outside, but we didn't care. We sat on the sidewalk as long as we could, and made plans to disappear one day next week. "I don't know if I could do it," you ( Read more... )

pirate smile...

your shirt still smells like clove cigarettes, and i've been breathing it in all night.

everything is trippier when pixies and smokes are involved. universally speaking.... it's better with fiction, isn't it?

gone. hook, line, and... anchor

not to be mean, but if everyone would back off... that would be fantastic

"sand's funny isn't it." - me ( Read more... )

and new ones are good

how did i know

yeah buddy ( Read more... )