When we first met, you told me that disguise is always a self-portrait. How true of you: the combination to your safe – your measurements; but this… this is far more intimate… this is your heart…

Nicotine | requested by ginagemeni

I’ve lost control and I don’t want it back. I’m going numb, I’ve been hijacked. It’s a fucking drag. I taste you on my lips and I can’t rid of you, so I say ‘Damn your kiss and the things that you do.’ You’re worse than Nicotine.