When your mind starves, it eats your soul.

“When the smoke dissolves and the mind clears, the soul dies.”
Bring your body babeI can bring you fame And that’s my mother fucking words tooJust let me motherfucking love you x

Bring your body babe
I can bring you fame 
And that’s my mother fucking words too
Just let me motherfucking love you x

enjoying summer :3

enjoying summer :3

ready.set.go :)

ready.set.go :)

PUSSY.MONEY.WEED:

PUSSY.MONEY.WEED:

Fuck it I popped one B|

Fuck it I popped one B|

And there they were.  Two reckless teenagers, having fun with weed and alcohol.  Oh how they lost themselves in drugs and music.  When the smoke rises the mouths close and the minds travel.  They travel deep into your soul and out, through music.  Now, before you even released what happened, there you were laughing about what CH- told M- three minutes ago.  Yeah, she was tripping.  While the alcohol purred the glass, they were tripping….

And there they were.  Two reckless teenagers, having fun with weed and alcohol.  Oh how they lost themselves in drugs and music.  When the smoke rises the mouths close and the minds travel.  They travel deep into your soul and out, through music.  Now, before you even released what happened, there you were laughing about what CH- told M- three minutes ago.  Yeah, she was tripping.  While the alcohol purred the glass, they were tripping….

going for 48 hours high with minimum sleep (3-4 hours) :3

going for 48 hours high with minimum sleep (3-4 hours) :3

Drugs might kill you physically but sometimes the internal death of reality hurts more!

Drugs might kill you physically but sometimes the internal death of reality hurts more!

Smoke the weed and shut the world.

Smoke the weed and shut the world.

Translation: Life is too short to be sad, my babyThoughts: Life will end, yes you know.  But can you comprehend this?  Can you honestly accept that you might die before you even finish reading this post?  You probably won’t.  But there is a chance… So why do we stress for things that are 5 or 10 years ahead of today?  Why do we, people, need to have the illusion of control for every situation? As if it matter if you plan everything or nothing.  Laugh whenever you can and cry when you feel like crying, love with every chance and the first person who you should love is YOU, most people won’t get to know you in the same way you know yourself! At the end of the day, the dreamers survive, even in their dreams.

Translation: Life is too short to be sad, my baby
Thoughts: Life will end, yes you know.  But can you comprehend this?  Can you honestly accept that you might die before you even finish reading this post?  You probably won’t.  But there is a chance… So why do we stress for things that are 5 or 10 years ahead of today?  Why do we, people, need to have the illusion of control for every situation? As if it matter if you plan everything or nothing.  Laugh whenever you can and cry when you feel like crying, love with every chance and the first person who you should love is YOU, most people won’t get to know you in the same way you know yourself! At the end of the day, the dreamers survive, even in their dreams.