Anonymous asked:
why do you smoke cigarettes and post about them so much

I suppose my fascination began long before I actually let the tobacco invade my lips and swim in my lungs. It’s a completely romanticized object for me. Long story short: there’s a graveyard that I feel a strange and gravitational connection with, particularly a woman buried there who is said to haunt the desolate and long-abandoned prairie. For many years I visited this spot and let it inspire me, quiet me, grow vines around my naked ankles. Once, I visited, and I made my way to the back of the clearing to the tree line, where among a clutter of crumbled, destroyed and vandalized gravestones, right there on Elisebath’s grave where I would sit and breathe and write, there was a fresh cigarette and three pennies lined up distinctively and I couldn’t help but think, but know, they were for me. She was leaving me inspiration because she knew she was my muse. I began to write about cigarettes quite frequently, but didn’t quite understand wholly the experience until I began smoking myself last year. I know I won’t do it forever, I’m not addicted. I just really enjoy it. Most things in my life are from romantic comedy movie scripts. I live out my life like its a movie. Ask my friends, they’ll tell you. I act it all out, therefore the camera rolls.

I hope I’ve answered your question and that I haven’t offended you, I do acknowledge and extensively understand the health risks that come with smoking. It’s something I enjoy and I’m not ashamed (:

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Victor Hugo (via thetrickyowl)

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The Young Readers Press First Dictionary by John Trevaskis & Robin Hyman, illustrated by John Seares Riley

"I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating."

Jean Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness (via diluvie)

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