i think i might have changed my laptop password when i was high as balls and i have NO IDEA what to.
hour after hour. soon i have class. soon out of cigarettes. already out of ambitions.
so i lie to myself all the time
but it makes shit so much easier
learn the pulp fiction dance routine
too long overdue
i keep on asking myself what day it is
i have climbed many metaphorical mountains and have returned with much wisdom all of which is also metaphorical
the shef on a smoke break
the weed smoking surfer
the guy in a suit who looks like he’s into some weird shit and will probably fuck you senseless
so i have now a pinterest thing. “sono fagun” hit me up.
i’m sorry for all the whining bro… don’t know people everything seems weird and impossible. and my cat died last monday. maybe it sounds stupid but DAMN i loved her so much. i knew she was old of course but i still thought i would meet her one last time this summer but she died. she was so beautiful, and sure i’m so drunk right now, and i can’t believe i will never see or pet her anymore.
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