cigarette-memories:

We smoked this together after your girlfriend broke up with you. It was so cold and we were listening to Bon Iver. It was the night I saw your green eyes for the first time. It was the night of our first kiss.

cigarette-memories:

You know I’m not romantic but I know you like these more than flowers. So will you go to prom with me?

cigarette-memories:

I’m a creep. I’m a weirdo.

cigarette-memories:

You bite your nails. He clicks his pen. I smoke cigarettes. We all die in the end.

cigarette-memories:

Someone told me once that shooting stars are really just angels throwing away their cigarettes before God could catch them smoking.

cigarette-memories:

“The cigarettes you light one after another won’t help you forget her.”— Frank Sinatra

cigarette-memories:

All you are is a sucuubis

A cancerous growth that took hold in my mind

And spread to my heart until I was dead inside

-LB’s goodbye letter to his drug of choice

cigarette-memories:

The natives don’t say goodbye, they just say shennay. It means every moment we spend together will never be the same.

cigarette-memories:

Of all the things I miss, I miss my mind the most.