Um, this is actually a fallacy.. just saying.
I’m PRETTY sure that’s not why it’s called getting stoned. The smoke may kill skin cells, causing rigor mortis in the cells, BUT…I assume it’s called getting “stoned” because people generally relax and chill out. Not much movement for most people. I’ve seen/heard some people talk more, but generally there’s less movement. Good try did-yuo-kno.tumblr.com.
The best part is they’re all so fucking happy about their salads.
(Source: did-yuo-kno)
wAGHthBT EHF UCIK
same, little girl
same
all those posts you never reblogged?
shes the little girl that comes for you when you don’t
OHMYGOD
(Source: imperf3cti0ns)
One of Earth’s traditional ballads.
This is possibly the greatest thing ever.
And it amuses me that most of the people reblogging have no idea hahaha.
You know… It used to cheer me up but now it’s more of a sad empty feeling.
Id Engager - Of Montreal
Faux pockets are an abomination. If you’re going to bother putting pocket flaps on something, add the G-d damn pockets.
No love,
Jilli
And make the pockets deeper, you soulless bastards.
JESUS CHRIST THIS
JESUS
CHRIST
THIS
Oh hey! I’ll just slip this into my pocke- nevermind.
Emmett’s out at a bar tonight with his buddies while I’m at home sick.
Lonely Kaity is lonely.
I’m really wanting to get more tattoos but my mind changes so often I can’t decide on what I’m going to get next. I know that I want a vine of some type to start at my neck and go down my back and shoulder and down one leg but that is my huge one that I am not going to be able to get for a while. I’m thinking about getting a simple unicorn for my grandmother on my ankle but I can’t decide on a design. Ugh. Decisions.
