I have waited through the night for snow I haven’t seen in many years. Shaking rock salt onto the walking paths of my home feels now like a protection ritual I was taught young and have since forgotten. I am homesick.
Dreamt I was in the remake of Attack of the 50ft Woman. It was horrific. She was crying wailing and it was deafening. I saw her pinch a man between her fingers like an ant. Jack Black was there too, he tried to light her on fire with paint thinner, he was thrown past the horizon
it’s 4/20 baby national panic attack day it’s time to hit that god damn 8 gram blunt 16 times in a row , get a little freaked out and secretly uber home from the function to jerk off in a pitch black room with 1 airpod in