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suburbanfilth:

Where do cigarettes go after they’re lit?
After the flame goes out,
And the filter is flicked?
Because I want to go there.
Up through the trees with the smoke
Or into the lungs of someone searching for salvation.
I want to cling to clothes and hair.
I want to surround myself with life.
I want to be needed and wanted and loved. 
I want to be someone’s addiction.

(via winesconsin)

poeticevergreen:

That chick in the boat on the left, Story of my life. 

poeticevergreen:

That chick in the boat on the left, 
Story of my life. 

(via ourwildways)

The Medic
by Foxing
from The Albatross

dead-punx:

she says, “you always smell like cigarettes, and there’s always whiskey on your breath, but you’re the best that i can do, and i think i love you.”

/ now if you want me to slow down / just tell me to slow down / because i want to be loved /

she says, “you don’t love me you just love sex, but i can’t wait around for something better than this, because you’re the best that i can do, and i wish i could leave you”

(via myextravagantlifestyle)