I don’t even know if many people use tumblr anymore-but I miss him everyday of my life and when I think about him I still get this feeling in my chest like I’m going to stop breathing, I guess I just wanted to say that just because I never write about it online, doesn’t mean I have forgotten or stopped hurting, I just talk to him when I’m alone, I miss him so much

I don’t even know if many people use tumblr anymore-but I miss him everyday of my life and when I think about him I still get this feeling in my chest like I’m going to stop breathing, I guess I just wanted to say that just because I never write about it online, doesn’t mean I have forgotten or stopped hurting, I just talk to him when I’m alone, I miss him so much

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"I love to smoke. Smoking a cigarette is like forgetting. When I hit rock bottom it’s all I have. Light up, smoke up, shut the fuck up. It hides the shit. The smoke hides the shit. There’s menthol and vanilla. Some people like ‘em. Menthol cigarette. Vanilla cigarette. Chocolate cigarette. Cigarette cigarette. Cigarettes keep me from going crazy. Keeps me alive. It keeps me alive until I die."

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bujnik:

True story.

bujnik:

True story.

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