I feel bad for how many times I hit that damn...
don’t ever give me that stupid over capacity bullshit again, tumblr.
Unfff. Come backkkk.
I wanna snuggle and read Shel Silverstein poems.
Is that strange? O.o
So I'm in the middle of eating this Chipotle...
And then I think to myself, “There’s a half single laying right there. Why am I not stoned eating this burrito?” So I pause the burrito eating, load up my beloved Andromeda and here we are. I’m bloody brilliant.
Marijuana is god's great gift to this planet.
She reminds me that everything will turn out just fine. :)
It's kind of a funny story: I want someone that... →
okay-ani: I want someone that will: -keep me company at night -smoke a blunt with me -bake cookies & cake with me -have sex with me -watch good movies with me -fall asleep next to me -share songs with me -share books with me -drink lots of tea+coffee with me -hold my hand unexpectedly when we’re… ^this.
This whole "not taking initiative to talk to...
Lighting up a bowl, the party begins. XD
If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.– John Green, Looking for Alaska
Sorry for all the whining last night.
It’s been a strange few days. I’m ready to run off to a beach by myself.. I thought a permanent addition to my body would be enough to satisfy my craving for change but I thought wrong, apparently. My brain’s been going a million miles a minute for days now.. I just want it to slow dowwwwn =/
I'm becoming a nun.
Fucking exes acting all crazy, boys that I want to talk to not talking to me and boys that I don’t want to talk to all up on my dick. Go away. Done.
Drunk people always end up here at my house.
I’m just trying to watch Anastasia…. Ugh.
Their drunk sex always sounds like some type of murder/exorcism…– i love my best friend