Crushed rice in a glass pipe, vapor clouds, and words like liquid spiders weaving web that drips caustic to catch flies in my sinus.
RIP Cyrus. Jesus the week just gets better.
I always end up fighting German men 3 times my...
This time it was my friend’s dad. At my friend’s party. Yeah. His dad was drunk, which is normal, but this time it was different. He sits me down and tries to recruit me into some stupid plan where I “as his friend” tell him to stop using drugs. And he’ll listen to me. Because we’re friends. This followed an introductory debate re:drug use/harm reduction and...