Friday, Mar. 10, 2006 9:25 p.m. << [ I Said Once They Smell Like Broken Dreams ] >>
I smell like tobacco, like burning things, like comfort and warmth and what I wanted wintertime to be when I was a little girl, with snow flurries fluttering about, with white on blue on black serving as a background for yellow on orange on brown.
I never smoke when it's warm, and I imagine this is why.