So my parents just found out about my fourteen year old brother smoking weed because they found this on his window ledge. So in the middle of a huge lecture my dad decides to open the Baggie and smell it to see how strong it is. He immediately starts crying with laughter. THIS NIGGA HAS BEEN BUYING AND SMOKING FUCKING OREGANO. FUCKIN ITALIAN HERBS. SON. I CAN’T. I CANNOT. I CAN’T DO THIS.
(via heart--shaped--box)
Samantha Schutz, I Don’t Want to be Crazy (via endangerment)
(via poor-stargazer)
I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am nowhere. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad.
Sex is so weird like hey I love you let me stick my hard extra limb into your tiny hole and then slam it into you repeatedly because I love you
(Source: ourtwistedfuckingstory, via poor-stargazer)
That documentary just emotionally drained me.
I think that when all is said and done, people forget this about Courtney.
She may have done some crazy shit and said some terrible stuff but at the end of the day, she went through something nobody should ever go through. She had to live through her husband whom she loved, the father of her child, killing himself and she lives in a world that reminds her of it every single day.
A lot of people hate her but she’s not a monster. She’s a human being. A person who’s had a rough life and is still strong enough not to let it define her and to create something out of it and not let it destroy her.
If that’s not a reason to respect someone, I don’t know what is.
(Source: eyesonanewprize, via poor-stargazer)
