I smoke to die

morrowind male dark elf voice: Listen you fucker. listen. i smoke 5 packs of cigarettes daily. im smoking a cigarette right now. in fact, two cigarettes. i intend to die of lung cancer in approximately 5 months from now

oblivion male dark elf voice: I let other people fuck my wife

Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 1/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Suicide attempt?? , depression, mental illness’, mixture of fluff and angst throughout the series, homophobic slurs

A/N: Hi!! welcome to part 1 of IDK HOW MANY but ayy!! Honestly, i’M MAKING A TAG LIST FOR THIS SERIES SO IF ANYONE WHO DOESN’T WANNA FOLLOW ME OR WANTS TO BE NOTIFIED JUST ASK!!

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Richie Tozier brought the cigarette between his lips, letting the toxic smoke fill his decaying lungs and pulse throughout his insides and swirls around in each crevice of his body. He then takes away the cancer stick, after a moment blowing out the toxic waste into the thin November air.

Beverly Marsh raised an eyebrow at him, sitting across from the much taller boy on the brick wall with her own cigarette between her fingers. She watched as the smoke faded into nothing, sighing lightly as she proceeded to watch her best friend smoke away.

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You know what I thought, the first time I saw you? If I could only touch that man. Just once. He is so handsome I would drink his love from a pig’s trough.

Hi my name is Alexander Bundes’sascha van der Bellen and I am the Bundespräsident of Austria (that’s how I got my name) and a lot of people tell me I look and act like Heinz Fischer (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not in the same party as Sebastian Kurz but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a smoker and unfortunately my teeth aren’t straight or white. I’m also a member of the Greens and will live in a former imperial palace called the Hofburg for six years (I’m seventy-three). I’m a politician (in case you couldn’t tell) and wear mostly suits. For example today I was wearing a black smoking, a white shirt and a black necktie. I was walking outside the Hofburg. It was sunny so there was no acid rain, which I was very happy about. Norbert Hofer and HC Strache stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.  

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You’re not selling your loft. It’s your home.

The month you were born was the rainy one.
April.
I don’t know if God did that purposely like he knew you’d break a lot of hearts.
Like you’d break mine.
& I’m not numb but I’m not sure how to cry anymore.
I can’t weep, so the skies do for me.
Even at 4 am when I’m fast asleep & I’m losing you in my dreams the rain is hitting my window.
It knows & it taunts me.
My chest feels like it’s caving in so I continue my bad habit of smoking & blame it on that.
Old habits die hard.
Like loving someone.
Yeah I guess I finally said that out loud.
Hopefully, in May some flowers will bloom.
& so will I.
Maybe then you’ll pick me.