Girls Who Do Hard Drugs - Tumblr Posts
so me coded honestlyyy
i loveee acid someone should buy me moreee
haii guys i’m so sleepy
i need a new geek bar so bad uhghgh
anyways
how am i supposed to listen to opium rap and lana del rey?
The things I’d do to see Jimi Hendrix live
baltimore
Baltimore, again. 8 AM, sweating, shaking on the verge of puking up stomach acid. the car is dead silent. are we early? are they late? is this how its going to be forever? who knows. who cares. i’ve been watching time pass and slip through the cracks between my fingers. it seems more apparent than usual. we are parked at a gas pump. each time i make eye contact its quickly broken. i know what they are thinking. ‘what a shame.’ ‘my morning could be worse.’ maybe they even feel gratitude. as they finish filling up, i watch them reach for their phones. i wonder if they are calling their daughters and sons. on the surface, just to check in. but inwardly, thankful their children aren’t heroin addicts. no one wants their baby to grow up to be a junkie. i steal a glance at my other half she’s ill but she’s beautiful. she’ll feel better soon enough. a young handsome black man starts over and my heart skips a beat. we exchange currency for oblivion. we drive away to find somewhere to hit. it feels like my first kiss. i can’t remember what makes me happy anymore. my happiness is artificial and fits nicely in a syringe. when i get on, i can breathe again. i melt into the passenger seat, successful. i watch her try to find a vein, in and out of consciousness. she’s millimeters away from getting well. she’ll get there. i let myself nod but for a moment, i wonder what that young, handsome black man wanted to be when he grew up. i guess it doesn’t matter. everyone crosses paths at the bottom.
you're like a drug har. You get me to reach my high and i keep coming back for you
okay miss Shakespeare, i got u <3
Ainda quer quebrar o nf? Haha
Coma que nem uma balofa, aja que nem uma balofa e seja uma
AUTOCRITICA DO CARALHO INFERNO
I need a guy w a dingy ass, and a liminal bedroom
I need a guy w a dingy ass liminal bedroom
Me when I’m
Marla version
Tee hee
the first rule of fight club is to have fun and be yourself
And I’ll kill myself if he does soo triple kill
He always runs away from me when I try to do something, and I know the house he belongs to.
Me when I tell drunk bestie we getting Taco Bell
More like once a day ha ha ah
movie night but we just watch creep once a week
When sharty deals with tummy ache so you can share an ice cream 💛💛💛
