sucking dick is effortless when you’re high. like breathing almost.
don’t sell my girl no weed bruh
why sleep when you can stay up late every night being sad then feel like shit the next day
I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
I think about this all the time