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there’s something really comforting about the smell of cigarette on your fingertips the act is disgusting I loathe to partake in it but the smell is warm and comforting like being around someone you’ve known your whole life like your father, lighter in hand, sneaking out the back door and smiling and letting you sit with him like lying in the grass closing your eyes and feeling your pores engulf sun rays
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
Comfort
there’s something really comforting about the smell of cigarette on your fingertips the act is disgusting I loathe to partake in it but the smell is warm and comforting like being around someone you’ve known your whole life like your father, lighter in hand, sneaking out the back door and smiling and letting you sit with him like lying in the grass closing your eyes and feeling your pores engulf sun rays
ChloeChantelle
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
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