Ladies and gentlemen, my ex.
Making a tumblr is like qualifications for the olympics.
one would assume.
ive been very inspired to write a blog the last few times ive smoked… but im pretty sure ive fallen asleep before anything actually does happen. I totally remember writing journals when i was middle school back when xanga was the shit. Some of my friends in 8th grade got in trouble because they had gang signs on their xanga. I went home to check mine, wondering why i didnt get in trouble too… lol my page was just forest green and had a picture of a turkey on it. I think that was when i realized i had to be really good at sports to get into college.
Im assuming the internet has changed a lot in the past yeeaars. Ive seen the memes. seen the memes… try saying that 10xs fast.
I cant tell if im hot or cold… and its an awesome feeling.
I spend a lot of time wondering what people are thinking about me as im talking… than what im actually talking about. like… facial expressions are like a bottle of water in a drought. Just need that feel, man. Interaction.
This, to me, is like rapid fire thought snipits. Snapple facts of the stoner life.
Remember those MySpace surveys? am i dating myself a lot? That “top 6” orange box made us all so power hungry lol or is it power thirsty? FaceBook is probably worse, i wouldnt even know. I outgrew the computer for a while. my attention span is short and shiney objects yank me off track.
Worth more and harder to get your hands on (via lepetitchatblanc)
How To Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon (via 1811181)
Holy fucking shit