thiiiis biiiitch

obsolescence:

lovenevergivesup:

overdoseaddict:

xshananiguns:

laurenperalta:

I’m not proud of my addictions. It doesn’t please me to chew my fingernails til they bleed, or set my lungs on fire with every cigarette I light. Not exactly the most positive of things. Not good for me. Not healthy. But if I’m going to die anyway one day, what’s the harm in lighting one of these? My death could be one of murder. Mine could be a car accident. Some horrific pain far worse than cancer, one that mangles my body into a twisted wreck of bones, muscle and blood. Cancer doesn’t seem so bad, now, huh?
Addiction? Some of you are addicted to promiscuous sex with people who don’t even know your name. Some of you are addicted to drugs that clean out your pockets and your fucking brain. Some of you care more about money than your own children and lovers. Some of you blow everything away on alcohol so you can spend every moment in a distorted, warm reality. And some of you feel so inadequate, so insecure, that you are addicted to violence to compensate for the things you lack. All of these things may ruin your lives but are often overlooked as recreation.
So while I maintain perfect clarity in my zen moments of lighting a cigarette and inhaling appreciation for what I have never and will never become… is smoking really all THAT bad?

lovenevergivesup:

overdoseaddict:

xshananiguns:

laurenperalta:

I’m not proud of my addictions. It doesn’t please me to chew my fingernails til they bleed, or set my lungs on fire with every cigarette I light. Not exactly the most positive of things. Not good for me. Not healthy. But if I’m going to die anyway one day, what’s the harm in lighting one of these? My death could be one of murder. Mine could be a car accident. Some horrific pain far worse than cancer, one that mangles my body into a twisted wreck of bones, muscle and blood. Cancer doesn’t seem so bad, now, huh?

Addiction? Some of you are addicted to promiscuous sex with people who don’t even know your name. Some of you are addicted to drugs that clean out your pockets and your fucking brain. Some of you care more about money than your own children and lovers. Some of you blow everything away on alcohol so you can spend every moment in a distorted, warm reality. And some of you feel so inadequate, so insecure, that you are addicted to violence to compensate for the things you lack. All of these things may ruin your lives but are often overlooked as recreation.

So while I maintain perfect clarity in my zen moments of lighting a cigarette and inhaling appreciation for what I have never and will never become… is smoking really all THAT bad?