(via stonerparty)

I’m so high, I forgot how to spell September.

I spelled it Semptember.

Fuuuuuuuu.

You guys, maybe it’s just cus I’m pretty high, but I think Matt Smith is a kick ass Doctor.

I’m basically freaking out.

But again, probably the drugs.

EDIT: Now I think about it, I’m pretty much positive it’s the weed. I think I’m crying a little, and there’s almost no way he’s that good.

Y’all, I just kissed my bong.

It was a real tender moment.

I hadn’t intended to do it, but I got caught up in the moment, and you know what?

I’m not ashamed.

It might be the start of something beautiful.

Everything has changed.

I just burnt my nose hairs while I was lighting up.

I almost couldn’t finish the hit.

I feel a little more alive now.

I just saw that this was on Hulu.

I’d be watching it now, but I don’t have nearly enough drugs.

If a gyro walked into the room right now, I would eat it before it had a chance to scream.

I just took a hit and I was going to try and hold while I ran out to the car for a second. But lately I’ve been having weird stomach problems, so while I was outside, I threw up a tiny bit in my mouth. So then I had two choices: let the hit go or keep the hit in while gargling vomit.

I let it go.

But I don’t think I had to. Dealing with vomit is all about will-power.