growing up means realizing a lot of your old friends are assholes
on the bright side i am not addicted to crack cocaine
I love walking on the beach with my girlfriend.
Until the LSD wears off and I’m just dragging a stolen mannequin around a car park.
in high school creative writing we had to recreate a fairy tale and modernize it so i took rumplestiltskin and named it rumplepimpskin and it was about a pimp who bought the miller’s daughter because her dad said she could turn dirt into cocaine.
i got an A.
back in my day there was none of that fancy shmancy alt+reblog hippie shit. we had to reblog for ten miles up a hill in the snow in my barefeet