ɴᴏᴛᴅʀᴜɢᴅᴇᴀʟᴇʀ;ᴅʀᴜɢsᴍᴜɢɢʟᴇʀ

celebrity crush: anthony kiedis/harry styles/david bowie

סאב אתה מוצץ ביצים גדולות לא לשחוט את העברית אתה סופר-הומו

               && : ‘ i’m accomplishing what i’ve always wanted to do in life. ’ lies­.                ‘ what i do is hard fucking work.  you’re basically pretty woman,                right ?? but instead of sunset boulevard, you’re stuck in denver. ’                his arms cross over his chest. ‘ gotta keep up with all those boulder                chicks. ’

               && : there’s an eviction letter in her hand and heart-break written all                over her face. he lets a strap of his backpack fall off his shoulder.                ‘ i’m guessing the amount of money due in that letter is how much                you cost tonight ?? ’

               && : ‘ i don’t sell to minors. ’ he pauses. ‘ it’s like my no sex policy.                i’m not quite there yet-- probably heading there, but i’m trying to avoid                prison until i’m thirty-five. ’ drug dealer morals. he’s got three more                seasons of seinfeld to get through before he’s busy getting fucked up                the ass, thank you very much. ‘ i’m small !! they’d pass me around like                a carton of cigarettes. ’

               && : bad shit ?? he’s not quite sure what bad shit means, really.                he’s just the local dealer-- nothing more, nothing less. pot, some                pills. oh fuck, why him ?? ‘ so you are a chick ?? your turf ??                did you piss on it ?? uh, mate. ’ he tugs the strap on his back-                pack. ‘ should i be more aggressive when i say that... mate ?? ’

              && : ‘ oh, my god. you're a dude !! scared the hell out of me, ’               the assholishness, it’s a defense mechanism. he’s hardly               five foot-- god only knows how he’s survived this long with               so much pot in his bag. ‘ i mean, your voice was so much               deeper than your bone structure. how do you do that ?? ’