Just found out this guy who photographed me in West Hollywood and was obsessed with the chemistry of the different strains of weed is fucking fourty bro this is why LA is the worst place on earth
I’m sick to my stomach because after I reconnected with my ex who has not grown at all and being pretty continuously disappointed and sad regarding her I had a dream where she was still the comfort at the end of the dream and held me. Whatever right? Fuck me and my whole life
I like how there’s new rules to airport security every time you go. Shoes on or off? Belt on? Laptop out or no? Socks off and folded neatly to the right of your wallet