When you see someone’s true colors and at first you thought it was cool vibrant stuff but in reality it’s that yucky poop brown you get from mixing all the paint. Ew, hoe fo sho, maybe you should stop mixing other people’s colors with yours ya fake bitch. L. O. L. You’re the same dirty scum I try to avoid. Bitch, swerve.

Old stoners kind of gross me out. Not all of them, only some.

Like when they don’t ever clean their bong….ew. You’ve been smoking for how long?

Is like annual five year cleaning time or what?
….I can smell it from over here.

YO’ BAWNG STANK.
Pass.

"Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it."

maurice sendak (via we-sing-we-dance-we-blog-things)