sunday funday
i may not be smoking hot but i sure as hell am smoking pot
Blunts.
Sometimes it's hard to tell who keeps secrets Because lately my spirit weakens While we all wait in darkening dumps Behind a facade of witty and trippy smiles But when was the last time you actually smiled? Like when we had to stop by that corner coffee shop even just long enough to say hello Back then we had each other, and what we have now I don't know The past lingers long enough to whisper sweet thoughts of Summer Come to pass with Winter's cold and heavy hand Beaches breeze and Georgia heat will come again in a year But we can never go back to the way we had. But we can never go back.
We just all need more of that "don't give a fuck" attitude. What does anything matter if you can change your entire life around? You are in control, not some blue guy with twelve arms, or Jesus Fucking Christ. Feel the friction from the warm Play-Dough glide across you hands, fingers, edges, and curves melting into the life in your dreams. Home is where the heart, spirit, and soul dance and grind to the groove of your own heartbeat. With the body of nomad, never tied down to worry or getting stuck in a rut. If it's not what makes you happy, it wasn't meant to be. Pack up, and move on. No need for guilt, just no wasted time when you could be improving yourself. Or, snorting Molly.
X,
Night
I'm such a cutie when you give me beer 🍻
ya'll bitches get a first sneak preview at my new Friday the 13th tattoo still fresh off the table