jennyalexander

nothing makes me put more trust and hope in humanity than the smell of fresh detergent from drycleaners airshafts in the crisp air that promises winter is coming. i breathe deep.
what i appreciate most about cigaretts and the cause of their existance between my fragile fingers from time to time besides their conveinient barrier towards humanity as a whole is the breath i take after and before my lungs are filled with the smoke that gives me such remorse at night i have nightmares about my death and the primitive realisation that i have such a silent short time on earth, whatever place earth has in the existance of the universe, because it offers an opportunity to appreciate cleanliness of fresh air. i breathe deep.