be free be strong

Dear cigarettes,

I hate the smell you leave in my grandad’s house, even if the last cigarette smoked was the day before, the stale smell lingers. I hate the smell of you that sticks to my clothes even though I don’t smoke myself. I hate the way I can feel the smoke when I breathe in.

I hate seeing the hold you have over the love of my life. I hate that he craves you. I hate that he can’t go too long without you or he’ll start to get a headache. I hate that he can’t enjoy his holiday because of the withdrawal symptoms. His hands are shaking, his headache is intense and he feels he might pass out but he can’t smoke in front of his extended family. 

You’re kiling my boyfriend. He needs to quit but he can’t, not yet. He’s too stressed, too busy, he’s not strong enough to break free from you yet. 

When the time comes, he’s going to kick your ass. It’s going to be a challenge but neither of us will give up. I’m going to help him defeat you because I am NOT letting you kill him. 

anonymous asked:

it feels like Jon's current "politics" are a result from a knee jerk reaction from people getting on his case for smaller things hes done like when he called that guy retarded. so he backed into this circle of people who legit think "SJWs" are the downfall of free speech and who have, let say, strong negative opinions on minorities and alternate lifestyles and varied sexualities. and i think he's absorbed this info with out the contex or reflection. its ignorance, and i thin he'll move past it

Me too, I think he will.

Honestly though it feels like this whole “Left vs Right” “SJWs vs MRAs” type thing has just been increasing in intensity ever since like 2009 or something

I’m SO INCREDIBLY tired of it, it’s ridiculous, it’s been in turbo mode ever since Gone Home and it hasn’t stopped

let me die, only the dead can know peace from this stupidity

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.

Stayed up ‘til 4 in the morning working on this bad boy– a submission to the Women’s March on Washington call for art. I’d love for it to be chosen, knowing my artwork is there, standing strong for women’s rights when I wasn’t able to (I WILL be at the sister march in Austin though!) I’m also aware, though, that I went a little crazy with the illustrative part and it may not make for a great political poster… oh well!