This picture along with the episode make me cry. a lot. and i don’t cry easy.
all the good people in the world are fictional.
I am so in love with Chris Pratt, it’s ridiculous.
He kinda restores my faith in the male species. I’ve been battered and bruised, abandoned and forgotten more times than I care to remember. It hurts constantly, this whole ‘being alone’ thang I got going on. It’s people like Chris Pratt that keep me going. And it’s girls like Anna Faris who get guys like Chris Pratt.
Forever Alone.
I watched this for a full 5 minutes unblinkingly. Thought it deserved a re-tweet
(Source: galaxy-infinite, via insmokewetrust)
I woke up down, feeling blue, alone, empty.
So I got high.
And now I’m fine.
Better than fine.
I’m okay.
fuck boys
I will be forever alone
because I can’t pay the games
I just don’t know how
mad feeling in my chest.
Like-minded people intrigue me. Something as simple as a glance across a train. Sometimes a couple spoken words. You can just tell - like minded people. The worst part is seeing that connection and knowing it is futile.
Mary Jane
Mary Jane
The times are a-changing
It’s activated. Kicked into motion. First the green expanded the dream world shrouds my mind. Now that I have established a solid relationship with Mary Jane, I turn to knowledge for further fulfilment. It elates me, gives me purpose. Each fact is another spark that ignites the freeways of my mind. I speak of this sentiment, the feeling of freedom. The pain I see across the world blinds me of its beauty. But the beauty is there, innate to our land. The good is never as sweet if you’ve never felt the depths of depravity. That raw emotion, pure pain and suffering. I stand here today, proud of my wounds.
Ready to live the rest of my life.
Shingdigs
Anonymous asked: Stoner not Stonner. you fool.
this is tumblr, not The Newyorker
be rid of your judgment fool.
smoke every day
smoke every day
