a couple of days ago i learned to pick up sticks that were proven to reduce the number of my supposed to be lifetime on earth. it was a conscious decision on my part to try something new, to do something that i thought i would never do and to possibly ignite back the embers of my respect for myself.
each stick burned and each smoke that dissipates through the air symbolizes a transition, an independence from a ruthless state of continuous pain brought both consciously and subconsciously by the world and the motherfucking matters of the human heart.
each stick burned and each smoke that dissipates through the air symbolizes a transition, an independence from a ruthless state of continuous pain brought both consciously and subconsciously by the world and the motherfucking matters of the human heart.
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Tsk tsk.
*Opens by bag, takes a cig, and offers you one*
Tsk tsk.
*Opens by bag, takes a cig, and offers you one*
Tsk tsk.
*Opens by bag, takes a cig, and offers you one*
Gladly takes the cig from Ryan
:)
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