what the hell even is this

just saw two 12 year olds walk by, one holding a watermelon bong and the other holding a camp stove. i fucking love seattle

smelling the most rank weed i have ever smelt rn. just some bad bad shit.

they walked by me. cast me suspicious looks. and then set up very obviously in some bushes. love that these middle schoolers think i’m not a narc

i can see them fucking taking rips this is killing me. should i go ask for a hit

asked about the camp stove and one of them said “i don’t even know i am so fucked up”

i was genuinely publicly fucking crying in this park before those kids showed up. now i’ll be fucking over the moon for the rest of the night. they’re like angels. little stoner engineer angels.

nothing could have prepared me for the watermelon bong NOT being a bong that was watermelon themed

Ochrophytes stole my oyster harvest. Can't have shit in Cornwall 😤

I laughed way too hard at the last slide. And rocky just like, ‘I guess it was his time’

Sometimes having an OC is like "this character is an outlet for my insecurity and trauma" and sometimes it's like "this character is an outlet for my love of vampires :)". Sometimes it's both

Sometimes you think it's "this character is an outlet for my love and nothing more :)" and then you look it over later like "shit. product of the deepest depths of my soul again"

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Sometimes it’s the unyielding silence

This really might be the finest 4th wall joke ever pulled off.