Wednesday 18 September 2013

Conversations.

Him: I just don't like you this way. 
Her: Me neither.

and yet she couldn't help inhaling that smoke. If only he understood how it helps her to let go of that messed up head, of the shitty things life has given her way, of the fact that he doesn't belong to her, of the things which did injustice to her life, of the things which are still not  right. But she smokes because one day, maybe.. just maybe, she'd have it all. Especially him.



Picture courtesy: @i_typewriter


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