#chinawhite

[o0ohokay]

Tan chunks... the only way to go. 💀 RIP my soul..

[charleykwhite]

China :)

[sleepy-tweaker]

[sadlonelyheroin]

[romeysdome-blog]

D'oh

[gia2o]

I remember when I used to take pictures on my rigs. And then those same rigs filled up to the top with a dark brown liquid heaven. That in my eyes, heaven it would be. Art. Magnificent. Beautiful and every other positive adjective in existence. That same needle though was a contradiction in itself. Because as much as it was all of those words, it was also the cause of major loss, destruction, deceiving and any other negative adjective written in the dictionary. Yet, that picture of the filled needle with a substance I so badly craved, I knew that not everyone would see it in the same beautiful and exciting thing as I did. But I don’t care anymore. I will go back into my photo albums and post pictures of everything that I took regarding my drug use. Because I lived it and this is my safe place, despite what anyone else things. Especially someone that hasn’t been in my shoes. I also remember days where I though a shot looked so flawless. The way it drew up and looked, and I was so eager to have that injected into my veins. To feel that glorious shot in my soul and fill my body with the peace and painless serenity I was aching to receive, that I could not even waste half a minute to go get my phone and take a picture of it. That’s how much that eagerness took over. Especially if it was the first shot of the day or right after I picked up and withdrawal symptoms were creeping in. I will never forget that.

Also, the best part of this post is that I’m so fucked up from Xanax and some beers that I had for breakfast (especially funny, it only being 8:27AM here where I am in Los Angeles, but hey, I’ll go ahead and be clichè and say “hey, it’s 5 o’clock somewhere!”. Also fuck it, it’s Saturday and my day off so might as well start early. Hope everyone else’s Saturday will be as fine as mine ;)

[htxduhh]

[drugs-not-hugs-420]

drugs?