it’s not about your boobs ladies. it’s about what’s under your boobs. your lungs, because we are gonna be blazing a lot of kush and you need to keep up.
What is more beautiful than night
and someone in your arms
that’s what we love about art
it seems to prefer us and stays.
Stephen, his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed.
You changed the subject.”
“The empty-headed girls who think you’re sexy.” ”
“That I only have eyes for you.
If I met someone in real life who just hangs unlit cigarettes out of their mouth “as a metaphor” i would rip it out of their mouth, light it, smoke half and then put it out on their smug pretentious metaphorical fucking face that is the dumbest shit I have ever heard of for real