#smoking cw
I found warmth in your back pockets. Your kisses taste like ash and graveyards; trading smoke between barely parted lips, shotgunning to get a taste of what death feels like. Your touch is poison and leaves me with nightmares, but nothing is more cathartic than to die by your hand night after night.
Both the devices which I ordinarily use to self-administer my nightly regimen of cannabinoid anti-inflammatories are presently Fucked, and have been so since the day before Dad was hospitalized, leaving me full of lesions, swollen joints, and brainfog, and thereby rendering my hands too shaky to do the necessary cleaning/refilling/part replacements. NEVER put off weed vape maintenance.
lmfaooo this is a pokemon oc–
the mgs4 novel fucks me up so bad.
Like Snake got so focused on Otacons rambling he forgot to breathe and starting coughing??
The “I don’t beileve in God, Otacon, so you’re the only one to whom I can pray” line??
THE FUCKING ENDING?! “I’LL BE YOUR WITNESS”?! “LIVING AS A BEAST”?!
I THOUGHT THIS SERIES WAS ABOUT BEEFY MEN SNEAKING THROUGH BASES NOT A FUCKING CRY-FEST OF EMOTION ?!
@subbyp yep pretty much!!
The line goes:
“Snake, engrossed in my talk, had forgotten to breathe, and began coughing on his own cigarette smoke.”
this is the real threat of autism