this is the best thing ever. when he knows everything about you - your naked body, naked soul - and still loves you more than anyone else.

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Fire fairy by ~AmeliaMacabre
Being high is one of the most pleasant sensations available to mankind. Every day is Saturday. It is to be like a child; to perceive events with clarity; to look into the gates of paradise; to completely enjoy whatever you might be doing; to smile so hard that your jaw muscles get tired. Being high is to laugh at the silliest things; to understand things that have seemed absurd before; to have the aloofness of a cat; to afford a kinship with god. To be intoxicated with marijuana makes every superlative seem within your grasp. Being high makes life seem terribly good. Being high is simply grand.  John Rosevear (via drapetomania)

(Source: weknowyourehigh, via gh0stlady)


at this point my blood is probably 4.3% pasta sauce

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I wrote this a year ago. How beautiful time is.

i.  The day my parents dropped me off for college,
    I tried to console my crying mother by saying 
    “At least now you wont find my hairs all over the place now.”
    And I wonder if anyone will ever find my hairs and not rebuke me.

ii.  Your fist is the size of your heart.
      And I’m learning that both bruise and break equally.

iii. I’m trying to quit smoking.
     I’m trying to forget the taste you left in my mouth.
     I keep claiming I’m not addicted,
     But I wonder how many last packs I’ll have.

iv. Skin burns.
     And I keep burning myself trying to play with the fire.

Sext: “Wanna listen to Basement?”


Balance and Composure.
The Neptune.
Seattle. 4/29/14.
My cheeks grow dandelions, and I always thought they were so pretty until I was told they were weeds, and I spend most of my days wondering about the difference, and wondering if I can ever forgive the person who pointed it out. Ashley Wylde in Daisies and Dandelions (via ashleywyldepoetry)