ianstagram:

My freshmen year roommate was a complete fucking disaster but he would throw parties and everyone would pass out in our living room and every morning I left for class at 7am I would just get little choruses of “have fun at class, good luck” from hungover stoners and let me tell you, as someone who thrives off attention and positive reinforcement, this setup really worked for me

(via asian)

I remembered the uneasy gut feeling I ignored months back as I drew smoke into my lungs and looked into his dull stoned eyes. I remembered his sickly warm hand finding ways to touch me with intentions that made my skin crawl. I remember looking out at the bare trees as my body twitched and tingled and wondered if I looked as bare as I felt. Layers covering my body in a shut of car as I spent more time worrying about the tree in a bowl then the one in my living room.

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gossipseer:

geekishchic:

If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”

that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person

must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!

Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.

always reblog tumblr identification

This is an absolute tumblr relic. I feel like an archaeologist right now. This is incredible that this is on my dash.

this is from an era long passed

(via confirmance)