Young Left Eye
Dale Evans, 1940s.
makes me wish weed ddnt (usually) drive me to a state of raw and uncut blind fear that legit makes me consider killing myself just so i don’t have to feel that way anymore.
but it’s cool i guess.
i mean experiencing life for what it truly is is the best drug there is anyway, am i right?!
*maintains forced disingenuous smile as a single tear drops from my right eye*
when i was in high school i was sitting outside the principal’s office and there was this really shy kid who moved there from idk some island and he was in the office too for some reason (he wasn’t a regular lol) anyway he looked like really nervous and these 3 girls were like volunteering in the office and noticed he looked scared or w.e. and they just started singing this to him. they kept moving closer and closer to him until they were right in his face and he finally started smiling/laughing.
sometimes i really like ppl.