Sign of a bad taste. Bad breath and even worse conversations. Lost hope. Selfhate and bad health. Loneliness as a result.
Alex Peterson
It’s unhealthy, you smoke it to make yourself happy, it sells in expensive packs,
Petr Novák
they’re bad for you but they relieve the pain. Its funny how inhaling sucha poison to our body can be so soothing and relaxing. I don’t smoke often. at all really unless i’m really upset.
Fuck cigarettes, cancer sticks ruin lives people think its cool to smoke but its not it just another way to shorten the life span and it sucks. It ruins your teeth your face you smell bad. A horrible product.
Kane Wyrick
Ugh! Cigarettes! They killed my Mother! She started to die with a cigarette in her hand, then days later — gone. She had emphysema, lost one lung to it, but kept right on smoking. Her last lucid act was inhaling a cigarette. Ugh!
Carol Bailey Floyd
Can’t seem to decide whether it’s a disgusting habit or a cool way to escape.
They say smoking doesn’t look cool, but everyone knows it does.
my boyfriend smokes them, and now hes got me smoking them again. I use to smoke virginia slims, the bitch sticks they call em. But i loved them. so light and smooth felt like a classy chick ’cause they were the longest like in those old pictures. or like cruella deville.
Yannise
cigarettes kill people but they still sell them even though they know the harm that they cause. its sickening why just why?
Tatum
don’t smoke it’s not cool.
my dad’s best friend did.
he’s dead now.
Tatum
our relationship was much like the cigarette that rested between his fingers
he sparked it
sucked the vitality from me
’til I was nothing but ash
then he crushed me into the pavement
I never liked the way the smell of smoke clung to my hair.
Poorly dressed she was – the little girl who came to the door in the spring sunshine – I looked at her on the step — what for? she said – how do you mean dear? what for – and turned to descend to the street and away – I returned to the interior darkness – the cigarette was dying in the ashtray
it was a Rothmans’ cigarette, the first one, in the slick packet with its royal blue and white and insignia, Uncle Tony’s brand, somehow seemed to go with his stylish suits and sports cars, but I bought them because Joey and Mimi did, I bought them from a slot machine at the bottom of the stairs in the Transatlantic and I smoked them alone at two in the morning by the gas fire, the whole pack of ten and I didn’t feel sick or choke or cough like you are supposed to, I thought , this is why my mother died of lung cancer and now maybe I will too, but it hard to comprehend death and mortality when you are seventeen and the feelings inside you are so big and overwhelming and incomprehensible that all will suffice is something extreme and nothing in the world I’d somehow been born into was edgy or exciting or life affirming in the way that squaring off to, inviting death is
geraldine
He plodded along, keeping his eyes on the ground. His trench coat blew in The wind, he quickly pulled it down to avert any attention he had brought to himself. He continued to walk along the path, each time a person walked past he would increase he pace then slow down. He saw Jenny at the end of the path, she wa smiling her 100 watt smile. Her flowery dress hung loosely on her slight frame.
He pops a cigarette in his mouth and lights it. He slowly breathes out the smoke, watching as it slowly spiraled up into the night sky. He promised he would stop. He told her. But he just couldn’t.
felz
The cigarette dangled from his lip, the smoke curled about his head forming a sort of halo around his face. A halo, she thought. How ironic. He was far from anything angelic or holy. A devil in human skin, a wolf in sheeps clothing.
anne saan
Cigarettes are bad for you. My grandfather died of lung cancer a few weeks before I was born because he smoked most of his life. My dad smokes and I absolutely hate the smell of it.
Martin
The bane of my ablution existence is the ghastly, inconsiderate creature downstairs who makes a daily habit of blowing her disgusting cigarette smoke right in through my bathroom window.
secretly, i hate cigarettes. but i’m surrounded by them. then again, more often than not, we’re surrounded by the things we hate. but i also hate cigarettes because this thing that i hate kills the people that i love. hate it.
He smoked his cigarette one last time, he pulled me close and pushed the cigarette deep into my heart. I felt a surge of immense pain as he laughed calling me his “bitch”… “Next time i will do more than just burn you, i will kill you if you disobey my orders”!. Teary eyed i looked up into the eyes of the man i once loved, or i still love, His once beautiful eyes burned into me. He was a monster now, he will never be who he once was, i am not marrying my one true love…. but yet i am marrying a monster.
I was slightly taken aback. I wouldn’t have thought he was the kind of person to smoke a cigarette. He seemed like an alright guy, someone I could talk to. My mind struggled to reconcile this new reality.
Anthony
The addiction passes, but the memory remains. A sudden whiff of the smoke takes you back. The association with images and places. The smell when you peel back the cellophane.
cigarettes are extremely stupid. the “cool” factor is completely lost on me. why would you want to start doing something you know will turn into a habit, and then an addiction and then lead to unnecessary health problems? it boggles my mind.
C.V.
I hate cigarettes, i hate people who use them, they ruin the world IMO i think the corporate companies should go fucking die in a hole, they cause nothing but pain and heartache they are addictive and a shit way to spend money. My aunt died from lung cancer just think if we didn’t have them i would still have my aunt…
Kris
Such a waste of life. Emphysema! Breathlessness! Toxins. Revolting! I have watched someone I loved die from cigarettes! Why would you want to suffer like this. More people need to be aware of what they do to people – then they might not ever start!
He took a long drag on the cigarette and smiled at Abigail. Abigail took the cigarette and passed it down the line. “What’s on the agenda for today, Nab?” Daniel asked, his green eyes shifting lazily.
I smoke it, and I love it. I want to stop, but it keeps me from eating too much! I will buy some later. Will be my second pack in two days.
Velencia
When i suck it feels like a clean fog over the morning rain. I exhale and feel nothing but the unwanted weight stripped from me. It’s a pleasure to meet you. And the time from the next moment is just an empty space. So I’ll wait.
Maz
My mom smokes cigarettes. It drives my lungs crazy. Cough, cough, fucking more coughing. There my mother is. Burning.
I’m waiting for you. Two cups of coffee infront of me. My eyes are still filled with dreams. I’m smoking and thinking. An ashtray full of fags and coffee is cold as you.
never in my life have I tried a real cigarette, an electronic one obviously doesn’t count even though it does have nicotine. I hate the smell of cigarettes, smells like death is absorbing my air and choking it with its deathly hands. I can’t breathe.
there was a puff and a bang and the cigarette went out. she cursed, threw it down, and tried again. this damned thing was always giving her trouble. there was no use quitting, she grumbled to herself. the stoop was filled with the ashes of the last one, and she felt her hair was singed.
I used to smoke them a lot and now I don’t. I now think they smell terrible and I kind of wish I never smoked them. A friend of mine gave me my first one, some friend. Glad I quit.
David
cigarette has been man’s dangerous enemy since its discovery. its one of the main reasons for lung cancer and other respiratory problems. it has killed the users as well as the close and dear ones of the same.
drag on the cigarette, the weight of it holds you down more than you’ll ever understand. It’s addicting; that pressure that screams through your blood.
Sign of a bad taste. Bad breath and even worse conversations. Lost hope. Selfhate and bad health. Loneliness as a result.
It’s unhealthy, you smoke it to make yourself happy, it sells in expensive packs,
they’re bad for you but they relieve the pain. Its funny how inhaling sucha poison to our body can be so soothing and relaxing. I don’t smoke often. at all really unless i’m really upset.
Fuck cigarettes, cancer sticks ruin lives people think its cool to smoke but its not it just another way to shorten the life span and it sucks. It ruins your teeth your face you smell bad. A horrible product.
Ugh! Cigarettes! They killed my Mother! She started to die with a cigarette in her hand, then days later — gone. She had emphysema, lost one lung to it, but kept right on smoking. Her last lucid act was inhaling a cigarette. Ugh!
Can’t seem to decide whether it’s a disgusting habit or a cool way to escape.
They say smoking doesn’t look cool, but everyone knows it does.
my boyfriend smokes them, and now hes got me smoking them again. I use to smoke virginia slims, the bitch sticks they call em. But i loved them. so light and smooth felt like a classy chick ’cause they were the longest like in those old pictures. or like cruella deville.
cigarettes kill people but they still sell them even though they know the harm that they cause. its sickening why just why?
don’t smoke it’s not cool.
my dad’s best friend did.
he’s dead now.
our relationship was much like the cigarette that rested between his fingers
he sparked it
sucked the vitality from me
’til I was nothing but ash
then he crushed me into the pavement
I never liked the way the smell of smoke clung to my hair.
Poorly dressed she was – the little girl who came to the door in the spring sunshine – I looked at her on the step — what for? she said – how do you mean dear? what for – and turned to descend to the street and away – I returned to the interior darkness – the cigarette was dying in the ashtray
it was a Rothmans’ cigarette, the first one, in the slick packet with its royal blue and white and insignia, Uncle Tony’s brand, somehow seemed to go with his stylish suits and sports cars, but I bought them because Joey and Mimi did, I bought them from a slot machine at the bottom of the stairs in the Transatlantic and I smoked them alone at two in the morning by the gas fire, the whole pack of ten and I didn’t feel sick or choke or cough like you are supposed to, I thought , this is why my mother died of lung cancer and now maybe I will too, but it hard to comprehend death and mortality when you are seventeen and the feelings inside you are so big and overwhelming and incomprehensible that all will suffice is something extreme and nothing in the world I’d somehow been born into was edgy or exciting or life affirming in the way that squaring off to, inviting death is
He plodded along, keeping his eyes on the ground. His trench coat blew in The wind, he quickly pulled it down to avert any attention he had brought to himself. He continued to walk along the path, each time a person walked past he would increase he pace then slow down. He saw Jenny at the end of the path, she wa smiling her 100 watt smile. Her flowery dress hung loosely on her slight frame.
He pops a cigarette in his mouth and lights it. He slowly breathes out the smoke, watching as it slowly spiraled up into the night sky. He promised he would stop. He told her. But he just couldn’t.
The cigarette dangled from his lip, the smoke curled about his head forming a sort of halo around his face. A halo, she thought. How ironic. He was far from anything angelic or holy. A devil in human skin, a wolf in sheeps clothing.
Cigarettes are bad for you. My grandfather died of lung cancer a few weeks before I was born because he smoked most of his life. My dad smokes and I absolutely hate the smell of it.
The bane of my ablution existence is the ghastly, inconsiderate creature downstairs who makes a daily habit of blowing her disgusting cigarette smoke right in through my bathroom window.
…never had a whole one in my life…
not understanding the cravings a cigarette can provoke… I find the smoke itself disgusting but man can dragging on one look sexy!
secretly, i hate cigarettes. but i’m surrounded by them. then again, more often than not, we’re surrounded by the things we hate. but i also hate cigarettes because this thing that i hate kills the people that i love. hate it.
He smoked his cigarette one last time, he pulled me close and pushed the cigarette deep into my heart. I felt a surge of immense pain as he laughed calling me his “bitch”… “Next time i will do more than just burn you, i will kill you if you disobey my orders”!. Teary eyed i looked up into the eyes of the man i once loved, or i still love, His once beautiful eyes burned into me. He was a monster now, he will never be who he once was, i am not marrying my one true love…. but yet i am marrying a monster.
I was slightly taken aback. I wouldn’t have thought he was the kind of person to smoke a cigarette. He seemed like an alright guy, someone I could talk to. My mind struggled to reconcile this new reality.
The addiction passes, but the memory remains. A sudden whiff of the smoke takes you back. The association with images and places. The smell when you peel back the cellophane.
Her hands tremble as I look down to her. We are the only persons on the busstop, and I feel kind of sorry for her.
Her lips are painted fiery red in hopes to make her look like a woman, and I can’t think of anything else than how badly she has failed.
cigarettes are extremely stupid. the “cool” factor is completely lost on me. why would you want to start doing something you know will turn into a habit, and then an addiction and then lead to unnecessary health problems? it boggles my mind.
I hate cigarettes, i hate people who use them, they ruin the world IMO i think the corporate companies should go fucking die in a hole, they cause nothing but pain and heartache they are addictive and a shit way to spend money. My aunt died from lung cancer just think if we didn’t have them i would still have my aunt…
Such a waste of life. Emphysema! Breathlessness! Toxins. Revolting! I have watched someone I loved die from cigarettes! Why would you want to suffer like this. More people need to be aware of what they do to people – then they might not ever start!
He took a long drag on the cigarette and smiled at Abigail. Abigail took the cigarette and passed it down the line. “What’s on the agenda for today, Nab?” Daniel asked, his green eyes shifting lazily.
I smoke it, and I love it. I want to stop, but it keeps me from eating too much! I will buy some later. Will be my second pack in two days.
When i suck it feels like a clean fog over the morning rain. I exhale and feel nothing but the unwanted weight stripped from me. It’s a pleasure to meet you. And the time from the next moment is just an empty space. So I’ll wait.
My mom smokes cigarettes. It drives my lungs crazy. Cough, cough, fucking more coughing. There my mother is. Burning.
I’m waiting for you. Two cups of coffee infront of me. My eyes are still filled with dreams. I’m smoking and thinking. An ashtray full of fags and coffee is cold as you.
never in my life have I tried a real cigarette, an electronic one obviously doesn’t count even though it does have nicotine. I hate the smell of cigarettes, smells like death is absorbing my air and choking it with its deathly hands. I can’t breathe.
smoke over my head in a single line.
there was a puff and a bang and the cigarette went out. she cursed, threw it down, and tried again. this damned thing was always giving her trouble. there was no use quitting, she grumbled to herself. the stoop was filled with the ashes of the last one, and she felt her hair was singed.
Bad for you…self-explanatory….
I once told a woman when i was 3 that smoking was bad and gave her every single reason in the world why.
I used to smoke them a lot and now I don’t. I now think they smell terrible and I kind of wish I never smoked them. A friend of mine gave me my first one, some friend. Glad I quit.
cigarette has been man’s dangerous enemy since its discovery. its one of the main reasons for lung cancer and other respiratory problems. it has killed the users as well as the close and dear ones of the same.
drag on the cigarette, the weight of it holds you down more than you’ll ever understand. It’s addicting; that pressure that screams through your blood.
the smell, the look of anything related to it is not appealing to me. it’s such a huge turnoff.
the killer
the evil stick that never lets go of the people it gets a hold of
and the only thing worse than death.