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My partner is currently too high for tumblr
Just me an the love of my life a little too stoned for pictures. His laugh gets me every time.
So last night I was high out of my left butt cheek and I watched the new episode of Rick and Morty with a friend who doesn't know much about drag- and they were doing a flashback episode of Mortys memories and there was one where they got trapped in a menagerie- AND THEY PULL A SPOOF SCENE OF CONTACT Literally the second I saw the huge satellites I gasped so loudly and then they had the Jodi foster character hear the noise and start freaking out and I started fully hyperventilating. My friend was so concerned I was breathing so heavily and flipping my shit she was so scared for me. But she had never seen Contact nor understood the hype over this terribly shitty movie thanks to a bisexual Russian hooker.
based off a really cute twitter thread! hbday invisible daughter
Had seggs started spontaneously singing fat bottom girls then proceeded to say that's not the world rocking baby thats just the bed frame... so I'm officially done for the day ๐คฃ
the first hit off a clean bong
makes me wet just thinking about it
โ ย you came back !ย โ ~ bakerstreetxregular
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"Heard you the first time," Sherlock waves his hand in the air as he stumbles into the sitting room with no little effort. He looks around for a moment, squinting his eyes as they adjust to the feeble yellow light dimly lighting the place. It's quiet. All too quiet. No John, for starters, which is always a tragedy. No Mrs Hudson ( she's out with Mrs Turner, he notices after a quick glance at the staircase ) and, oh, beautiful, the little kid is here. That would explain the talking, then.
Sherlock flops down into his armchair, limbs numb from the drug still circulating in his system. He sniffles, throwing his head back for a moment. It hurts. Brilliant. "Please be quick, I have better things to do as you can tell." Better things, as in shooting himself up to numbness, now that John isn't here. He's never going to be back, isn't he? He doesn't care.
POV
You are so stoned you are trying to watch tiktoks on your poptart
My husband sat staring at his poptart for a solid two minutes before saying "this isn't my phone"