it's so seductive. filtered through tobacco haze. it's so fucking intoxicating, the way they glimmer through the grain and make dysfunction such a fashion. jimmy stewart suicidal sex appeal. the alcoholic is the last true hopeless romantic. stumbling and smelling of stale gasoline, making james dean speeches to an empty room.
she left some lipstick on her cigarette in the ashtray with a note scrawled on a napkin saying "this is glamour."