I write your name on each one of my cigarettes, hoping you’ll burn up in smoke just like the tobacco and nicotine. I thought eventually you’d turn to ashes and disappear—but then I realized that you’ve been in my lungs this whole time. With each drag I took from the cigarette, I was taking you in as well. Now look at me, I’m addicted to the way your name tastes and how each letter fills my lungs. (via mindlesskids)
I really worry about which selfie my family would put on the news if I ever went missing.