One can't help but buy afew things during mid year sales. I bought J a navy hoodie sweater and a brown collared shirt, am still debating over buying him a denim shirt. I on the other hand bought myself two denim shirts. Then my mum saw me wearing the above version and decided to buy the same one in a size up for herself haha. Next up some fur...
I'm regretting telling J not to come, I wish I hadn't. But if I didn't I would of felt too selfish.
They Breathe Fire
So what is the one most attractive thing a man can do by far? Smoke, now of course it's not as simple as that. It takes a certain man to do it in a certain way. The way I see it, just seeing him pull out a fag and smoke it while talking on his phone is not enough. When he sits in a dimly lit area in absolute seclusion staring with incredible intensity at what seems to be nothing (out a window or at something outside), ignoring all factors and noises around him. Just thinking, thinking and smoking or he could be not thinking at all. What he is thinking about, you don't know and all at once you want to know and don't care. All you're sure about is he looks like art incarnate. Nothing about him hints in the slightest about who he is (although you may know him) he seems like the perfect stranger. Now you just stare, stare at the white puffs of smoke leaving him. Every noise in the form of a brilliant scuffle or breath, becomes more than what it is. Now I'm not sure if it's the smoking I like or the intensity of a mans thinking. Either way I LOVE IT. If you don't believe me be on the look out the next time you go out.
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We were driving, I can't remember where we were going. Taiwan has a short winter, a warm winter. The rest of the year is hot. J needs to pull over and stop...
Or there were the times I brought the clean clothes in, only to have them smell of smoke.
Maybe just sitting on the end of the bed.
Keeping the distance when we were out because it's bad for me.
Smoking is terrible, I won't deny. But I always told J he looked so damn shuai.
"When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered. The smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls, bearing resiliently, on tiny, and almost impalpable drops of their essence. The immense edifice of memory" - Marcel Proust.
Lovelove.
