And My Heart Was Made Out Of Paper And All You Did Was Stand In Front Of Me Playing With Matches In Your

And my heart was made out of paper and all you did was stand in front of me playing with matches in your hands and a smirk in your face

Timed Thoughts. 1:24am

Sometimes I think I was born backwards because the night is when I feel most alive.

giulswrites (via giulswrites)

“Some had cigarettes, others had alcohol… and I had you.”

-DY // a ten word story // addictions are hard to get over

Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel’s Game (via bookmania)

People will tell you smoking is bad, cigarettes are bad, the scent lingers on your clothes, lingers on your lips and fingers and can physically kill you. What they dont tell you is smoking covers up the scent of you on my clothes, the taste you left on my lips, my fingers intertwined with yours, and how in an instant you can mentally and emotionally kill me inside. Now with you gone smoking still gives me the same high you used to, i cant taste you anymore now i have this strong bitterness in my mouth that wont leave but i dont care cause now when i say your name it comes out a little weak and bleak. When i think about you all i need is a cigarette now to calm me and make me think the same way you did cause you were a god damn masterpiece in this world you see. You both look harmless and damn i honestly dont know whats worse, both of you can kill me but in the end im still getting the worst.