| shakelooseteeth ( @ 2015-12-01 23:08:00 |
i smoke only at night, or when it's dark. because only then will it feel right. i smoke when i am alone, i smoke when i am lonely.
i like watching people smoke. i like to be watched when i smoke. there is alot you can tell about someone just by observing how he walks, how he sits, how he fiddles with his hair, how he looks away when he smiles, how his fingers trace the contours, across the expanse of his knee cap as he tries to make polite conversation with a stranger. Everything about a person is laid bare in how he lights his cigarette. You cannot tell anythng about a person by how he kisses the girl that he loves. you cannot tell anything at all
I always feel like i'm being watched and i like to put up a good show. in that aspect i am an actor. but i cannot act. i have auditioned for a play once and i did horribly. the character was too concise and too real for me to identify with. there was nothing in those lines that i could hold on to.
it was like trying to inhale someone else's cigarette smoke. if i was a person you could place within your fingers, to trace
my outline would be akeen to watching me breath under water
with an inflated balloon. A lung-full of smoke and a lung full of smoke
and a lung-full of smoke and a lung full of smoke.
i like watching people smoke. i like to be watched when i smoke. there is alot you can tell about someone just by observing how he walks, how he sits, how he fiddles with his hair, how he looks away when he smiles, how his fingers trace the contours, across the expanse of his knee cap as he tries to make polite conversation with a stranger. Everything about a person is laid bare in how he lights his cigarette. You cannot tell anythng about a person by how he kisses the girl that he loves. you cannot tell anything at all
I always feel like i'm being watched and i like to put up a good show. in that aspect i am an actor. but i cannot act. i have auditioned for a play once and i did horribly. the character was too concise and too real for me to identify with. there was nothing in those lines that i could hold on to.
it was like trying to inhale someone else's cigarette smoke. if i was a person you could place within your fingers, to trace
my outline would be akeen to watching me breath under water
with an inflated balloon. A lung-full of smoke and a lung full of smoke
and a lung-full of smoke and a lung full of smoke.