My weed man, of course didn’t pick up when I called him. It’s not like I can smoke it tonight, but it’s just nice to know that I could if I wanted to. I still have like a nug left though, so I won’t cry about it.
“Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father, run for your children, for your sisters and your brothers. Leave all your lovin’, your lovin’ behind, you can’t carry it with you if you want to survive.”—Florence + the Machine, The Dog Days Are Over (via mindfulofscents-deactivated2011)
I’ve been having a shitty night and I only just realized that that’s the reason why. Fucking pms. it’s making it so much easier to not give a fuck what happens on my driving test or my math test. I’m going to sleep, and hopefully wake up and pull a rest-of-the-nighter