It amazes me to think I can walk away from all of this right now. I can grab my keys, get into my car and leave. Never come back. Part of me wants to, but why is it so hard to walk away from who you are? Why is my identity painted on the walls of this home?
I’m giving out joints for the toast. I don’t give a fuck what anyone says and everyone of age better light that shit up, grandma you’re not getting out of this.
My granny would take a hit haha
trust your instincts
sometimes you can feel the boom
before you can spot the explosion