brightsidcs:
“ you gonna smoke that blunt or just keep starin’ at it ? because chop chop , time to hurry the fuck up. ”
𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍’𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, he was carefully considering, analyzing his options. “ sorry, man, i— ” one blunt couldn’t cause any harm, right ? or at least, that’s what he thought until he took one hit and the memories of relief flooded his memory. “ wow, this is, hm, this is good. ”














