I think everyday, I feel myself slipping away a little bit more. Eventually there’ll be nothing left besides ashes, of which even those, just like our very existence, are only temporary. 

eccentricgold:

underwaterarsonist:

my new glass on glass bong. features a double perc and an ice catcher. and to top it all off, there’s a flower inside of it on the bottom! the bowlpiece for it is a bit wack, since there is a huge hole that sucks down a lot of your unburnt bud, but with a screen it is not to bad. it’s just a bit hard to work with smaller, personal sized bowls.

but all in all, verrry thankful for this :D

I miss Daisy, the first bong we really got acquainted with before all the replacements.  she was a beauty.  

Man, those were the glory days. That thing was a true piece of art. Too bad she’s gone..

(Source: forevertheunderdog)

Welp with the way things are going (or not, to be literal) I’m going to die a virgin, I guess I’ll have to settle on Nujabes to guide me through my hopeless says

I challenge someone to try and fix my depression. It is a cancer of sorts, growing and multiplying daily, until it can no longer be fought against.

thetimetravelersguidetothegalaxy:

gaaraofsuburbia:

tctisi:

It all makes sense now. Gay marriage and marijuana are being legalized at the same time.
Leviticus 20:13 says if a man lays with another man, he should be stoned.
We were just misinterpreting it.

WAIT

20:13

2013

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Reblogging because what the actual fuck, it’s so true

"I am a collection of dismantled almosts."

Exhausted

Both physically and mentally.

Lately

I’ve realized I feel the most alive when I’m out wandering the woods, far away from civilizations and peoples petty bullshit.

I wish I knew what love felt like.

And sex.

Someone come over and watch movies with me, have a soak in the hot tub, smoke weed while listening to music and cuddle talking about our feelings.

Sounds like too much to ask? Yeah, I thought so too.

The trains horn wails on, like a scarring injury.
And still I sit alone and wonder when the days will begin to make a path of there own.
Without any smidgen of hope, I tuck away my soul, far from any glimmer of utopia.

"I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person."

Oscar Wilde (via dreamguide)

(Source: cavum)