In a world where I have practically zero smv and oppressed by the matriarchy, lighting up a cigarette is one of the few copes I have apart from spending 24/7 on my phone or computer. In another life I could have been a chad with the foid of my dreams having a nice picnic on a beautiful sunny day like Anakin and Padme on Naboo. Unfortunately the world is colorless to me. All I see is shit everywhere I turn. I think I’m developing an intimate relationship with my cigarettes
