Smokin Section

This is the smokin section of heaven. No matter what you shoot, smoke, pop, snort, I believe you deserve the chance of heaven. Come visit me in the clouds 💋

[pre-party]

[okay]

[slytherinnpride]

[angstyindie-blog]

[k-a-m-p-f]

[wnq-writers]

I love people who are nothing like the ordinary. The ones who were riding their bikes and skinny dipping and collecting pebbles while everyone else was where everyone else was. People who are raw and chaotic. They won’t know what to say in a conversation but they’ll tell you the physical properties of all nearby planets or play you an instrument or read you their favourite poem. They’ll show you versions of themselves in minute details and roll up their sleeves so you can see their scars. When they speak, they unknowingly say things that awaken an echo in you. When you look at them in the eye you can tell that they’ve been through more than most, but they’re wild and unapologetic, and they will look you in the eye. When you tell them your secret, they’ll treat it like a flower and put it behind their ear. I love people like that, and how could I not? They carry the kind of magic I’ve never seen before; they’ll untie their hair, shake it loose and make you fall in love with them. They’re so beautiful it’s impossible to believe the whole world isn’t pulled toward them the way you are, but because it isn’t so, it makes those people that much more special.

jasmin silja (via wnq-writers)

[ozeia]

[astropolitics]

Send me an ask with your name and I will reply with a mini playlist

[curtisblair]

[wnq-writers]

The timing wasn’t wrong. Who we were at the time was wrong.

sandralidell  (via wnq-writers)

[nerverfeelagain]

[smokinsectionofheaven]

Cemetery got me talkin to the ground

[hallucination]

[theranger983227-deactivated2025]

The worst part about anything that’s self destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive.

L.L (via fleurthorn)

[andthecolorbluestillremains]

Heroin

It’s like syrup. Thick and sweet. Making every limb of your body just dangle and your mind, normally full of worries and thoughts, is silenced. You feel no pain. The taste of this forbidden fruit can not be described. Never. To understand you must be in it. You must watch as the drug dances in the syringe as it mixes with your blood. And you have to be there to slam down the plunger and wait for that instant rush. There’s no love like that. No way to explain this feeling

[the-lowz-of-highz]

Why do so many of the chicks on here that have a meth addiction have such terrible eyebrows? Like damn girl, meth makes you notice everything, how the fuck haven’t you noticed something is wrong with those eyebrows yet?

[tanriylaicilensarap-deactivated]

[astrolocherry]

My dear sweet girl. You take on so much. You feel things so deeply. But you will be happy, my darling. You will shine.

(via embracingwild)

@thatssogayman @angelwith-ash0tgun

(via chasingtrophywhitetails)