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sharing a cig

not good for your health but good for your soul. meeting up outside after my shift and this one guy wordlessly offering me his lit cigarette because he knows. we are connecting and it’s the ‘casual intimacy of sharing something that touches your lips’ or what have you

@paperpendragon

Oct 29, 2024

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SMOKING INDOORS

fulfilled a lifelong ambition of legally having a cigarette in a bar while playing pool

@geornden

Jan 14, 2025

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Dive bar

Smoke cigarette inside. Play Golden Tee

@zack69k

Feb 13, 2025

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against nihilism

It’s easy to condemn the world of QR code menus, HR talk, and big-box stores as bleak. It’s a reflex to be revolted by the sterile dust that now seemingly coats every corner of the Western World. Blue pill or Red Pill, I guess. When the only alternative seems to be outright populism. There seems to be a lethargic and sneering shadow that nips the heels of every passer-by. Isn’t easy to be ironic. Isn’t it easy to hold an air of apathetic sardonicism. Isn’t it easy to curse the cage we are locked in, only to tighten the bars in fear of what lies beyond. If Emily Dickson claims that “hope” is the thing with feathers, I wonder what she will make of the bird who clipped its own wings. Be brave, I think. Take courage to revolt against the programmed norm to hate and to despise. See beauty in the perfect cubes of Chocolate Milk cartons, find humour in the abrupt slopes of beer bellies. You haven’t even lost your skin elasticity yet, maybe you should just go fly a kite.

@cupofboiledwater

Apr 17, 2024

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cigarettes and steaks

one should treat smoking with the same temperment as eating meat, grotesquely decadent if done daily. sumptuous and graceful if they are intaken sporatically with intent. this of course excludes railway workers, who should huff and puff to their hearts content.

@cupofboiledwater

Apr 10, 2024

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To binge on Hinge. Please. PLease. please

5’6 19 Melbourne East Asian Drinks sometimes Smokes sometimes   Photo 1: Me, at the beach. Hands shielding my eyes from the Bondi sun. Maroon-stained lips pursed into a slight smile. I’m wearing a black camisole with a lace trim here. Here’s my body. It’s ok right. I’m not flaunting too hard either, its not sterile nor promiscuous. Not prudent nor slutty. Maybe an 8 on a good day.   Prompt 1: Looking for the Q to my Anon.   I’m funny aren’t I. I’m curt, though not really. Get it, get it, get it?   Look Photo 2: Casino If anything, it’s a critique of our opulent hungry society. One more drink, one more bump, one more spin. Jesus Christ you’re so insufferable.   Prompt 2:     Photo 3: Blah, blah, blah Prompt 3: Blah, blah, blah   I hope you want me. I hope you need me. I hope you think that I’m different. Though not that different to be strictly unapproachable. I’m self-aware, I think. I don’t know what I think, I just hope you like me.   I’m commodifying myself to be diced and served in 3 courses. I think about you thinking about me. Gay son or thought daughter. Thought the thot daughter.   I can be the answer to the male loneliness epidemic. I can fix you, make you whole.   You like Kaufman? Pynchon? Haha. You’re such a loser. God, you’re so fucking annoying. God, I need you. Though I can find another one of you in less than 10 swipes.   We’re so different from everyone else, aren’t we. We are just like everyone else. You. Me.   Tu.   Are you scared of silence? Did you feel the temperature dropping 10 degrees when the sun kissed the moon? I’m scared of silence too. Not because I’m such a tortured genius that I’m too small of a vessel to hold all of my erudite neuroticism. Not, really. In fact, I’m more like a birthing mother.   Not much lactation going on. No milk for my baby. My baby who was so snug and warm in my womb of noises. Of Colgate ads and affirmation reels, of the James Joyce that I’ll never finish, of the refrigerator’s vibration of the “I just cleared my to do list but you’re added to it”. The comforting cacophony of nothingness is gone now. Here comes the silence.   I’m worried. I worry you; you worry me. I worry that I’ll never know what the difference between fear and anxiety is.   I’m pressing my nose against the window now; my breath is fogging up everything. I think I see my profile popping up in your discovery page. Like me please. Please. Please. Please.   I don’t know. Maybe I’ll give this sincerity thing a shot.   Words I like: Salacious. It’s scandalous and juicy

@cupofboiledwater

Apr 9, 2024