"Dear survivors and future survivors: I think we make our own kind of hell. If we’re gonna love someone, anyone, why not start with ourselves and see where that takes us. "
Know what’s fucking annoying?
When you buy $40 worth of a new pow and you get less than $20 worth and your brother is too drunk/high already to back you up when you bring it up with the dealer. FUCK.THAT.
I do not admire soaring stock prices or massive IPOs or billion-dollar valuations. I admire drastic, unsolicited change, and I admire those who elicit [such] change.
why in the fuck does my brother own 7 pairs of Oakleys, of which the cheapest pair cost him $170?
It’s molded plastic and plastic lenses. Give me a mold and the pellets and I could do that shit in the basement.
I no longer call myself Atheist.
I no longer call myself anything cause I’m not sure what I am.
God it feels like I’ve been banging my head against the same goddamn fucking wall for three fucking years.
Depression, unemployment, substance abuse, being single. This is shit.
To anyone wondering what a “bumper” is:
That little device is a technically called a “snuff bullet" but I call it a bumper because that’s exactly what it’s for. It’s got an acrylic top and a glass vial to keep your sniffables in that screws into the top. It measures and dispenses a bump at a time of whatever drug you’re pounding into your nose. It is especially helpful with drugs you want to control your intake tightly like Ketamine. It’s so fucking stealthy and convenient that I suggest that any fan of sniffables buy one. Mine fits a gram no problem.
Basically you turn the knob so it’s pointing down, flip the device over, rotate the device and the knob at equal speeds so as not to dump your powder, raise to your nostril, and sniff. Easy peesy. Dispenses a good sized bump at a time.