“Take it would you? It’s getting on my nerves.” Jack passed him the cigarette as they stood in the twilight over the ledge of the 23rd floor overlooking the demons scurry below.
Jack continued. “What should we do with them all? They’re all so fu**ing mindless and unknowing. It really is sad, but this must be done.”
“Burn them all,” the stranger replied, “They won’t even struggle. Watch as they run into their own damnation thinking it’s their salvation.” This was the end of all ends. Jack glanced at the stranger, afraid that what he said was true. Afraid that some part of him is a demon running into the awaiting fires.
“Take it would you? It’s getting on my nerves.” Jack passed him the cigarette as they stood in the twilight over the ledge of the 23rd floor overlooking the demons scurry below.
Jack continued. “What should we do with them all? They’re all so fu**ing mindless and unknowing. It really is sad, but this must be done.”
“Burn them all,” the stranger replied, “They won’t even struggle. Watch as the run into their own damnation thinking it’s their salvation.” This was the end of all ends. Jack glanced at the stranger, afraid that what he said was true. Afraid that some part of him is a demon running into the fire.
He took a drag from his cigarette as he observed the girl in front of him. She was a virgin, no doubt. Innocent, no scars, really pale, chic and posh. Why was she bothering to speak to him?
He eyed her momentarily as she waited for his response.
“Trust me, princess.” He said, pushing himself up from the wall. “I’d take your innocence in a snap.”
I see you light that cigarette for the first time today and I’m Professor Trelawney, and I can see the future. Just another addict to see on my daily commute. Yeah, you said “I’ll do it once, I just want to try it” and try to assure me that it’ll never come between us. But I was Professor Trelawney and I could see you with all your new friends, the ones that accepted that you wanted to throw your life away, the ones that got you hooked on every drug they could get into their hands on, and now look where we are.
“Take it would you? It’s getting on my nerves.” Jack passed him the cigarette as they stood in the twilight over the ledge of the 23rd floor overlooking the demons scurry below.
Jack continued. “What should we do with them all? They’re all so fu**ing mindless and unknowing. It really is sad, but this be done.”
yuck, no good, cancer lungs death lighter smoke boys nasty yellow smile smell ash tray no smoking money down the drain blacks unwanted smoke. bad habit
oh i love the way it smells, love to smoke in the rain, to feel it, dont need it at home, but i do need it at the street, with friends, with almost anyone, i hope i can find a girl who is better than the taste of a cigarette, =)
inhale, exhale. its a similar smell… smoke. my uncles, my aunts. they have smoked since i was a child and now, the smell comforts me. never would i put a cigarette to my own lips but the smell is some sort of nostalgia to me.
She took a long drag of her cigarette, filling her lungs with the cancerous smoke before exhaling it all out into the clean, open air. A frown tugged at my lips as I watched this, though I could not tear my eyes away. If my sister wanted to kill herself, slowly but surely, then I would spend all the time I could with her before her nasty habit took her away from me.
you’re my cigarette my drug but this addiction it’s terrible it’s taking over no longer does my family matter it’s just me and you and you’re taking over I can’t talk to my grandchildren and I cry thinking about how they may follow in my footsteps and one day fall to you as well cigarette
Cigarettes are vial things that are really hard to spell. They cause many diseases, which we learned about in my facs class. When I was little I used to think cigar was a shortened form of cigarette.
Cigarette smoking is injurious to health..this is the sentence written on every cigarette packet. Yet there are so many people, young and old who smoke. Europe is a place where smoking is really common. Girls, boys, young, old, alike are addicted to smoking. It is almost like the last course of their meal there.
Cigarette contributes to stress as a short time impact and cancer as a long term. People addicted to it must try to quit.
Gerard put out his cigarette, and Mikey walked over. It was dark, but the sky was full of stars. Mikey leaned in and kissed Gerard. It wasn’t their first,
standing there on the cold street corner, he glanced around at the frozen city. his hand dropped to his side clutching the warmest thing in the area, his hand-rolled cigarette. the smoke rose up slightly as he breathed out a sigh. the only thing that could warm his frozen heart was her very presence anymore; a presence that had long ago left him.
disgusting smelly nasty things that smokers just dont understand. These things are vile to your body and vile smelling to the non smokers next to you. Quit while you’re still alive.
He was smoking a cigarette casually. As I glared at him I noticed his black-yellow teeth and his dirty clothes. He coughed and wheezed continually, and I was glad I was not a smoker. He dropped it on the ground and stomped on it. Bad lungs,bad teeth,shorter life spam…how lucky I am not to smoke!
cigarettes are not good for you. i saw an electronic cigarette in the supermarket today. i think they are physically appealing but not so much mentally or health wise. idon’t like cigarettes. christofer drew smokes cigarettes and he flaunts it and i think that’s stupid. they shouldn’t be glamorized as much because young kids might want to start smoking them. the tabacco industry is stupid. i hate cigarettes. they’re just “cancer sticks”.
it’s a dirty horrible habit and i don’t see why it was ever sold in the first place. the world would just be such a better place without it if some stupid person didn’t come up with such a disgusting idea. >.<
It sits in her lips, the smoke protruding all around her in lazy circles, floating, and floating, and floating away.
She told him that she’d quit. And, you know, she really did mean it at the time. But she just… She needed it. That one fucking thing in her life that when everything went wrong? Would still be there, craving her attention. Would still be the same, amongst all of the changes.
She opens up the packet, fumbling for another one.
Everything happened in slow motion. The smoke rose like liquid through the air in front of his face and his eyes pierced through it as though it were a shield. I hated the smell of toxicity but when his fingers wrapped around the cigarette and his lips fold as he inhaled then opened once more like a flower to kiss me I had to love the taste. I’m an addict for second-hand smoke.
I’m smoking, isn’t it typical? Like any cliché french girls would do. I don’t even like it, even worse it’s getting me sick. Yet, i continue. As a little black stupid sheep. However I could smoke more – I just pretend in public
he placed the thin, smooth paper in between his lips. like he had seen his dad do countless times.
“spit that out!” his mother scolded.
“it’s not real, mama,” he assured her.
“One day it could be.”
smoke fills your lungs, and exits, leaving behind diseases, riddling your body with black fumes. deathsticks….taking over our country. a new form of rebellion. People know better but they love to play with the fire. And they will consequently get burned. It used to be glamorous, now it is disgusting. Age spots and leathery skin…not how I want to look when I’m old. Not like Audrey Hepburn at all.
Those things kill you but that doesnt mean they are attractive. sometimes I hate them, but most of the time I’m craving them. They make you look hipster right? Wrong. You just look like you’re trying way too hard to be ironic and edgy. not cool. sorry. WOah I get that you need something to calm you down, but really? REAALLY? You resorted to that? I’m so sorry dear. I thought you were better, but we all think that once right? Yeah, such is life.
“Take it would you? It’s getting on my nerves.” Jack passed him the cigarette as they stood in the twilight over the ledge of the 23rd floor overlooking the demons scurry below.
Jack continued. “What should we do with them all? They’re all so fu**ing mindless and unknowing. It really is sad, but this must be done.”
“Burn them all,” the stranger replied, “They won’t even struggle. Watch as they run into their own damnation thinking it’s their salvation.” This was the end of all ends. Jack glanced at the stranger, afraid that what he said was true. Afraid that some part of him is a demon running into the awaiting fires.
“Take it would you? It’s getting on my nerves.” Jack passed him the cigarette as they stood in the twilight over the ledge of the 23rd floor overlooking the demons scurry below.
Jack continued. “What should we do with them all? They’re all so fu**ing mindless and unknowing. It really is sad, but this must be done.”
“Burn them all,” the stranger replied, “They won’t even struggle. Watch as the run into their own damnation thinking it’s their salvation.” This was the end of all ends. Jack glanced at the stranger, afraid that what he said was true. Afraid that some part of him is a demon running into the fire.
He took a drag from his cigarette as he observed the girl in front of him. She was a virgin, no doubt. Innocent, no scars, really pale, chic and posh. Why was she bothering to speak to him?
He eyed her momentarily as she waited for his response.
“Trust me, princess.” He said, pushing himself up from the wall. “I’d take your innocence in a snap.”
I see you light that cigarette for the first time today and I’m Professor Trelawney, and I can see the future. Just another addict to see on my daily commute. Yeah, you said “I’ll do it once, I just want to try it” and try to assure me that it’ll never come between us. But I was Professor Trelawney and I could see you with all your new friends, the ones that accepted that you wanted to throw your life away, the ones that got you hooked on every drug they could get into their hands on, and now look where we are.
“Take it would you? It’s getting on my nerves.” Jack passed him the cigarette as they stood in the twilight over the ledge of the 23rd floor overlooking the demons scurry below.
Jack continued. “What should we do with them all? They’re all so fu**ing mindless and unknowing. It really is sad, but this be done.”
“Burn them all,” the stranger replied.
smokey, bad breath, 2nd hand smoke, drinking, expensive, bad habit, cancer, yellow teeth, bad breath, ex bf, unattractive, smell lingers, drinking
Cigarettes are my drug of choice. They make me happy and satisfied regardless of where I am or what I’m doing.
I LIKE.
yuck, no good, cancer lungs death lighter smoke boys nasty yellow smile smell ash tray no smoking money down the drain blacks unwanted smoke. bad habit
oh i love the way it smells, love to smoke in the rain, to feel it, dont need it at home, but i do need it at the street, with friends, with almost anyone, i hope i can find a girl who is better than the taste of a cigarette, =)
I have nothing against people who smoke cigarettes. It’s their decision.
inhale, exhale. its a similar smell… smoke. my uncles, my aunts. they have smoked since i was a child and now, the smell comforts me. never would i put a cigarette to my own lips but the smell is some sort of nostalgia to me.
She took a long drag of her cigarette, filling her lungs with the cancerous smoke before exhaling it all out into the clean, open air. A frown tugged at my lips as I watched this, though I could not tear my eyes away. If my sister wanted to kill herself, slowly but surely, then I would spend all the time I could with her before her nasty habit took her away from me.
Cigarettes can kill you
Though the smoke is nice
The choking fog can fill you
And hope it will suffice
smoke/ die /gross / nasty /bad/ breath /ewwwwwwww /dumb/ not old enough /white smells
You people are hilarious, so much preaching and white knightery.
he sat there, wheezing, and i coughed
when will they realize
smoking kills, bitches
you’re my cigarette my drug but this addiction it’s terrible it’s taking over no longer does my family matter it’s just me and you and you’re taking over I can’t talk to my grandchildren and I cry thinking about how they may follow in my footsteps and one day fall to you as well cigarette
disgusting. vile. gross. bad. deadly. coughing. weezing. mom. lungs. black.
Cigarettes are vial things that are really hard to spell. They cause many diseases, which we learned about in my facs class. When I was little I used to think cigar was a shortened form of cigarette.
I’m fine without them.
Cremate your cigarettes, there is no place for them here.
Cigarette smoking is injurious to health..this is the sentence written on every cigarette packet. Yet there are so many people, young and old who smoke. Europe is a place where smoking is really common. Girls, boys, young, old, alike are addicted to smoking. It is almost like the last course of their meal there.
Cigarette contributes to stress as a short time impact and cancer as a long term. People addicted to it must try to quit.
Gerard put out his cigarette, and Mikey walked over. It was dark, but the sky was full of stars. Mikey leaned in and kissed Gerard. It wasn’t their first,
standing there on the cold street corner, he glanced around at the frozen city. his hand dropped to his side clutching the warmest thing in the area, his hand-rolled cigarette. the smoke rose up slightly as he breathed out a sigh. the only thing that could warm his frozen heart was her very presence anymore; a presence that had long ago left him.
disgusting smelly nasty things that smokers just dont understand. These things are vile to your body and vile smelling to the non smokers next to you. Quit while you’re still alive.
Hard to stop. Taste so good at times so bad at other times. Can’t even afford them. Gotta role my own.
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Cigarette, lipstick, high heels, big hair, tight jacket. What she had on when she died. Her signature look.
He was smoking a cigarette casually. As I glared at him I noticed his black-yellow teeth and his dirty clothes. He coughed and wheezed continually, and I was glad I was not a smoker. He dropped it on the ground and stomped on it. Bad lungs,bad teeth,shorter life spam…how lucky I am not to smoke!
cigarettes are not good for you. i saw an electronic cigarette in the supermarket today. i think they are physically appealing but not so much mentally or health wise. idon’t like cigarettes. christofer drew smokes cigarettes and he flaunts it and i think that’s stupid. they shouldn’t be glamorized as much because young kids might want to start smoking them. the tabacco industry is stupid. i hate cigarettes. they’re just “cancer sticks”.
…..
it’s a dirty horrible habit and i don’t see why it was ever sold in the first place. the world would just be such a better place without it if some stupid person didn’t come up with such a disgusting idea. >.<
It sits in her lips, the smoke protruding all around her in lazy circles, floating, and floating, and floating away.
She told him that she’d quit. And, you know, she really did mean it at the time. But she just… She needed it. That one fucking thing in her life that when everything went wrong? Would still be there, craving her attention. Would still be the same, amongst all of the changes.
She opens up the packet, fumbling for another one.
Everything happened in slow motion. The smoke rose like liquid through the air in front of his face and his eyes pierced through it as though it were a shield. I hated the smell of toxicity but when his fingers wrapped around the cigarette and his lips fold as he inhaled then opened once more like a flower to kiss me I had to love the taste. I’m an addict for second-hand smoke.
I’m smoking, isn’t it typical? Like any cliché french girls would do. I don’t even like it, even worse it’s getting me sick. Yet, i continue. As a little black stupid sheep. However I could smoke more – I just pretend in public
he placed the thin, smooth paper in between his lips. like he had seen his dad do countless times.
“spit that out!” his mother scolded.
“it’s not real, mama,” he assured her.
“One day it could be.”
smoking sucks no one should smoke because its bad
smoke fills your lungs, and exits, leaving behind diseases, riddling your body with black fumes. deathsticks….taking over our country. a new form of rebellion. People know better but they love to play with the fire. And they will consequently get burned. It used to be glamorous, now it is disgusting. Age spots and leathery skin…not how I want to look when I’m old. Not like Audrey Hepburn at all.
Those things kill you but that doesnt mean they are attractive. sometimes I hate them, but most of the time I’m craving them. They make you look hipster right? Wrong. You just look like you’re trying way too hard to be ironic and edgy. not cool. sorry. WOah I get that you need something to calm you down, but really? REAALLY? You resorted to that? I’m so sorry dear. I thought you were better, but we all think that once right? Yeah, such is life.