cigarettediet:

ashing cigarettes in half empty bowls of milk wishing you’d stop haunting every lonely morning

my stomach aches and flips but I’m thinking about your skin touching mine and tectonic plates grating together causing earth quakes and irreconcilable collateral damage

the season is changing and…

ashing cigarettes in half empty bowls of milk wishing you’d stop haunting every lonely morning

my stomach aches and flips but I’m thinking about your skin touching mine and tectonic plates grating together causing earth quakes and irreconcilable collateral damage

the season is changing and every winter I get a little bit crazier, crawl a little farther into this cave I’ve built around myself, scared of the light but scared of sleeping

I don’t want to lose you but when my thread runs too loose everyone says at the same time “Sierra you’ve come unraveled again”

"How do you expect us to hold onto a thousand pieces of yarn"

"Your hair smells like cigarettes and we can hear you gagging up your soul every time you eat"

I’m dreaming of a white christmas but
you know I hate the snow

i wonder who hates my body more; me, or this cigarette