I have every justified reason in the world to be angry this day, my mom’s cancer has now been confirmed, I’m still recovering from an emotionally abusive relationship but even then, it’s not ok.
I quickly grabbed the knife I was cutting with in a panic,ran towards Justin’s room and locked myself in.
“Babe! Can you grab me a bump before we go,” Chelsea called out to Ross from the bathroom, ” and get Ely a bump too” she added. I had only been in Vegas less than 4 hours and already scored some blow.Vegas isn’t Vegas without it right?
I just wanted to forget anything I did before I arrived, I wanted to escape all the problems that were happening, I just wanted to escape. It’s easy to forget that the saying “All things must pass” isn’t just for the bad times, the good times pass too , such is life.
Poem about a vision of a bar on a beach that is so real, I’m almost convinced it’s either a real place or I have been there in a past life.
I journaled about Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon two years ago after a solo mushroom trip
” I have any idea” Justin smiled. ” How about we all cuddle in the same bed together?” he proposed.
This sight made snaking through the crowd on mushrooms particularly tricky because I wasn’t entirely sure if the mushrooms were making me see Aphex Twin’s face on fans or if they were really wearing the masks.
“Mushrooms huh? You have anymore?” Lindsay asked ” yeah, I have a whole baggie full” Justin answered. ” Well I guess that makes you our new best friend” Lindsay declared as we both took him by the arm and skipped off towards the entrance of the building.
Poem based off the nasty attitudes I observed from white supremacists