closed starter || @wtcddy
she’s got a blunt pinched between her thumb and forefinger, a pipe on the table in front of her, and a bong sitting by her feet ---- call it excessive, but she likes to think of it as prepared for anything. a part of her misses the old days, where a few good hits got her doing back flips in her chair, but the comforting taste of smoke on her tongue always seems to call her back only hours after she decides it’s about time to break down her tolerance.
strands of her tied back hair fall into her face. she could probably use a shower right about now, but fuck it --- it’s the weekend. well, it’s her weekend anyway. no homework, no class, no cares in the world, and certainly no changing out of her comfiest PJs. it’s definitely a good day to break out the ecstasy, but she’ll play it by ear for now.
“You gonna hit this shit with me or what, dude ??”










