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27 / 5 / 2012 @ 01:18
(source: akatheruggedchild)

akatheruggedchild:

youwannagotopromniggahellno started following you

DAT NAME B

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27 / 5 / 2012 @ 01:12
(source: firefurrets)

firefurrets:

hello

and welcome to

funky jam dance party

with some science

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27 / 5 / 2012 @ 01:01

brokenwingsandparachutes replied to your post: i know you all…

I was a dragon once. Literally a dragon, flying around my apartment like a dragon. It was crazy. and the guy I was with started singing “digging” from the holes soundtrack and saying he was madame zerroni Iflipped the fuck out and was like crying.

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24 / 5 / 2012 @ 02:03

are DYING to hear about my night last night.

here it goes:

soooo, B. Daily comes over.
couple bottles of smirnoff and some weed.

OR SO I FREAKING THOUGHT.

i mean, i’m no expert on weed, i just know that i don’t fuck with “mid”. but that name shit, “exotic strawberry kush” “super mangra ganja” i have no idea.

i just know, that i was so high last night, i wanted to die. it was the highest i’ve ever been in my entire life. like, EVER in FUCKING LIFE and B. Daily just kept saying “this that celebrity shit” while i kept inhaling. (i tapped out mid-blunt)

now, don’t get me wrong, i enjoyed the HELL out that shit, it was fucking amazing being that high, but as time went on, i got higher, until i wasn’t even in my brain anymore. all my thoughts were in bubbles and they floated in my eyes so i could read them, since i didn’t think them myself. seconds were passing like minutes and minutes were taking HOURS to happen. i forgot my own name. my feet and hands kept going numb. objects around me where moving away from me, the room spun, ever so slowly. i could see it spin, kinda like the second hand on a clock. tick *room moves* tock *room moves*. every sound was amplified, every note coming from B. Daily’s phone CRASHED into my eardrums, and it would throw me off balance. i wobbled in a pattern closely resembling the infinity sign every single time the weeknd changed words. EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. i could hear my own blood rushing through my veins and arteries. the weeknd’s trilogy, taylor allderdice and some random ass tupac was the soundtrack to my night. i literally compare my vision to the cat from alice and wonderland. the elaborate colors, the swirling, the echoes, the tunneling vision, the slowness…

I THINK THAT SHIT WAS LACED.

i was more than high y’all. i floated. i swear it. because i don’t know how i made it back to the house. it wasn’t on my own two feet. i took the cloud 999 i was on and floated back into my living room. i just wanted to sleep and wake up and have it over with but B. Daily was still here even higher than me. he was only talking with half his mouth. i couldn’t even feel myself talk, i just heard words come from me. it was too much. TOO DAMN MUCH.

AND LEMME TELL Y’ALL HOW LONG IT TOOK TO TEXT. to me, it took 17 years to first READ the text, waiting for the letters to stand still, and the light to fade pass my retinas and my body to settle down from floating too high, THEN i had to comprehend that shit, then i had to make sure my keyboard stayed in place so i could type a response. i can understand what my texts said last night, but I DIDN’T ANSWER THOSE TEXTS MYSELF. i mean, my fingers did the typing, but my brain was not catching on with the content. luckily my responses made sense. but i can just remember my mind arguing with itself “what the FUCK is this nigga saying ? does he mean this ? or this ?” i was literally mouth open, eyes crossed when reading the texts. i fell asleep with my eyes open, staring at these texts three times. (sorry for the person i was texting…. they don’t know… but i guess they will after reading this….) i tried to tweet. yeah, i managed a period. i checked instagram and my email efficiently though… i also cleaned the house of any bottlecaps and ‘rello guts, Sandy does NOT play that shit in her house. i made it through that shit alive.

but guess what though….

I’D DO IT AGAIN. in better company.

i gotta get some of that shit, introduce it to HABCOSGD, they would love it. (noted)

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23 / 5 / 2012 @ 23:22
(source: monsterscontrolmysoul)

emmaalaina:

all-the-best-post:

leanus:

me.

THE.NOTES.

… look at the notes.

THE NOTES.