#high texts

Honestly Gunn and Fred are lowkey the relationship I'm striving for. Cuz like, you know the whole relationships should be 50/50. She gets to be cute and quirky and autistic and he thinks she's funny and smart, and is impressed by how much she can eat. Perfect.

I don't want to be a famous writer, I want to be a famous FANFICTION writer. I want to drag people forcibly down into my little worlds of pretend that I play with my hyperfixation characters.

Reblog and I'll tell you what candy you'd be based on your blog

so I'm dabbing my emergency wax just sitting in my living room watching Amy Schumer in my pj's and my stoner buddy TEXTS me.....I'm really high. (when i refer to emergency wax I'm referring to the wax that has accumulated inside your glass piece.) This emergency wax consists of at least five different waxes and some distillate mixed in there. very brown and sticky 😊😊😊 so I'm telling my friend what's going on and feel that even though I am very high I must PROVE that I'm an intelligent stoner. It took me three minutes trying to type, "that last dab was particularly delicious. " I had to spell each word out in my head and I forgot how to spell delicious. which apparently there aren't as many s's as I originally thought. My swipe hates me. I hate texting high. I'm gonna go dab and rely to this lady text.