I don’t get why people who smoke feel the need to take pictures of their pieces/weed in general. I remember why I only check my tumblr feed a few times a week, it’s so goddamn boring.
This is “Lay in bed with me drunk, staring at the stars on my ceiling” music.
I want to have sex to this while there’s a blizzard or intense rain outside.
Wine, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, no fucking company. Man I feel like I really belong on the interwebs tonight.
Cold day, warm tea, and good movies. Time to add some company to the mix.
I need to find someone who’s into the idea of drinking wine and watching all of my odd web shows and such with me while cuddling.
Fuck this current state of being, I’m not into it.
My jam today.
Fuck it, I need to find someone who likes to cuddle as much as my cats. Because this is getting just plain sad.
Smoked for the first time in a few years last night. Oh peer pressure, I need a PSA.