First time smoking weed in 2008: laughed so hard I fell off the porch, ate an entire pizza alone, then called my ex at 3am to explain quantum physics. Last night: smoked, folded one shirt, and went to bed at 9:30pm. We lost something bros.
First time smoking weed in 2008: laughed so hard I fell off the porch, ate an entire pizza alone, then called my ex at 3am to explain quantum physics. Last night: smoked, folded one shirt, and went to bed at 9:30pm. We lost something bros.
So my body has enough energy to wake me up at 3 a.m. thinking about a random conversation from 2017…
but not enough to get me out of bed when the alarm actually goes off.
being studied is a love language to me. knowing my face, my silence, what drains me, what excites me, the little shit i never have to keep explaining. yeah. 🥹🤍