06-07-2014, 12:44 PM
June 7, 2014
02:37:33 AM
I didn't used to smoke. Well, not smoke cigarettes. I started when I got out of the hospital and didn't ever really stop. Mostly, I smoke when I'm drinking, except now there are reasons I want to smoke. Mostly, I want to smoke because I have an amazing view.
I say that I have a fucking VIEW
Not the wall, the sky.
I can light up and lay on my back and look at the moon and the world shifts.
You need something to focus on when you're doing this shit. It helps you control what you do, and finding that thing makes it easier. It's all trial-and-error. There is a way you breathe when you smoke that is calming. Breathe deep, breathe low, breathe shallow and you'rejust pussing out, right? going to fuck up the process. Smoking is relaxing not just because of the drug but because of the breathing and once I've finished off the cigarette the moment is over. I focus on the smoke and the way that it curls in the air and then when I blink everything is clearer.
You can see every star. My building isold, solid, the way it's supposed to be. It spark The new places aren't as solid. It doesn't matter, because I don't give a fuck about the buildings. I care about the sky. I care about the moon.
You have to see it, Alicia.If I could give you the moon, I would. You need to see this, I don't have words.
02:53:13 AM
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Alicia's entry on 9:30 AM is met with two plus signs by the quote by Carl Sagan, initialed ++EP
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Elijah tapes a picture to one of the pages. It seems to be a decent enough picture, and he looks young. His smile hits his eyes, though. Elijah had longer hair than he does right now, his features soft and vaguely feminine. He's sitting next to a woman who is older than dirt, and another woman who was probably pretty once upon a time but she looks tired and like she would rather be anywhere except sitting next to the woman she is sitting next to. There is a man next to Elijah who looks nothing like him. Their builds are too different, but their posture is familiar enough. In fact, if one looks too hard too long, Elijah doesn't really look like any of these people.
There's a caption. Christmas eve. 2011
And labels. Grandma mom, dad.
This is before shit went down. I had my tongue pierced and spent the whole night trying not to talk to Grandma so she wouldn't notice. Mom said if I didn't take it out I couldn't go visit Jenn's family up north.. I kind of wish I still had it sometimes, but I like not knocking chips off my teeth, LOL.
02:37:33 AM
I didn't used to smoke. Well, not smoke cigarettes. I started when I got out of the hospital and didn't ever really stop. Mostly, I smoke when I'm drinking, except now there are reasons I want to smoke. Mostly, I want to smoke because I have an amazing view.
I say that I have a fucking VIEW
Not the wall, the sky.
I can light up and lay on my back and look at the moon and the world shifts.
You need something to focus on when you're doing this shit. It helps you control what you do, and finding that thing makes it easier. It's all trial-and-error. There is a way you breathe when you smoke that is calming. Breathe deep, breathe low, breathe shallow and you're
You can see every star. My building is
You have to see it, Alicia.
02:53:13 AM
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Alicia's entry on 9:30 AM is met with two plus signs by the quote by Carl Sagan, initialed ++EP
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Elijah tapes a picture to one of the pages. It seems to be a decent enough picture, and he looks young. His smile hits his eyes, though. Elijah had longer hair than he does right now, his features soft and vaguely feminine. He's sitting next to a woman who is older than dirt, and another woman who was probably pretty once upon a time but she looks tired and like she would rather be anywhere except sitting next to the woman she is sitting next to. There is a man next to Elijah who looks nothing like him. Their builds are too different, but their posture is familiar enough. In fact, if one looks too hard too long, Elijah doesn't really look like any of these people.
There's a caption. Christmas eve. 2011
And labels. Grandma mom, dad.
This is before shit went down. I had my tongue pierced and spent the whole night trying not to talk to Grandma so she wouldn't notice. Mom said if I didn't take it out I couldn't go visit Jenn's family up north.. I kind of wish I still had it sometimes, but I like not knocking chips off my teeth, LOL.