Yes, I did…. 

I’ve always compared my thoughts of sadness and pain to the aggressive arms of the sea. 

My brain has gone into overload mode, for real. I was dreaming about making pot brownies and selling them. I actually woke up thinking, but I’d get caught. They’d look at my google search and know I looked up a recipe on how to make pot brownies. I’m far too afraid to do anything like that even though it’d be the easiest fucking way to make money. I care far too much about my freedom to participate in that world, even if I’m broke as fuck. You know, I killed a spider a few minutes ago and I almost cried. You see, I’m too much of a wuss to sell drugs. 

cold and sleepy.


if someone doesn’t reply back I’ll just assume he/she hates me

(Source: existic, via l0st-boy)

let me eat it up! i wanna hear

Soon, soon..