you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––
is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.
i’m just now looking back and checking my physical symptoms from a few months ago and Im realizing I was forming a dependence with caffeine. Impulsively drinking coffee all the time when I was depressed caused my personality and my physical body to change a lot more than I realized at the time.
Just had that breakthrough and thought it was interesting. Nobody to talk to so I tell tumblr I guess
do you ever just want someone to come over and sit on the floor with you for a few hours
almost all the people I used to talk to or could potentially talk to now just seem like potential mistakes.
Seems to me like the only way not to fuck up or be fucked up is to spend most of my time alone, smoking weed with my dog or improving myself
There would be blunts you could smoke that never get smaller.
Bong water that made tokes tastes like bacon cheese burgers.
Bowls that would refill themselves.
Lighters that would say “Over here!” If you ever lose it.
More Willy Wonka Weed references to come.
Dolphins are straight up murdering to get high dolphins are piece of shit