You can see it in my eyes: these things are slowly killing me. But I will never quit. NEVER.
Older men never give me shit about my lung-destroying addiction. They understand my helplessness…
Cigarettes. Wine. Nonstop flirting. I’m losing control and can’t stop
Tattered black lungs? Check. Smoke-scented breath, hair, & clothes? Check. Zero fucks given? Check.
One After Another Till Her Lungs Ache...And Then She Lights Another
The scent of smoke on my breath, in my hair, on my clothes
Filling my lungs with cancer and my ashtray with filters…
I love holding in the smoke as long as I can until it burns 🥵
Living fast and loose, with a dark desire to burn myself out early
Can’t stop won’t stop destroying my liver, destroying my lungs
Telling Me It’s Bad For Me Just Makes Me Want To Smoke Even More
If the air around me is this smoky, I love imagining what my lungs look like
No filter can save my lungs from the damage I’m inflicting. Is it bad that this knowledge excites me?
Mouth Full Of Smoke, Lungs Full Of Darkness, Cup Full Of Ash
I can’t imagine how black my lungs are must be getting there been smoking for years and been a heavy smoker since i was 16
When I can’t sleep, I don’t count sheep; I count the lung-killing carcinogens I inhale with every cigarette
My lungs hurt this morning. Maybe the fresh air will help. But I won’t stop—I can’t. Is it bad that I love the ache? Is it wrong that I love being helpless in front of a cigarette?
One at a time doesn’t do enough damage, so I now smoke two
A great way to increase consumption
My lungs are compromised and incurably black now. I’m losing weight and my ribs are showing. I’d rather smoke than eat. And I’ll never fucking quit…
25 Years Old And Already Burns Through Two Packs A Day. But She Wants More. And More. And More...
Not content to simply ruin my own lungs, I’ve gotten a couple of my girlfriends addicted, too
The allure, the ache, the early end. Lungs as black as eternal night…
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