“Drifting in and out” by Porcelain Raft. Enjoy.

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(Source: hollywood-freak)

We sat while a girl showed us pictures of men she thought were cute. I thought they were all ugly. Two sexy girls and another walked straight to us somberly. Within seconds I understood their aloof eyes. I got nervous; I hadn’t been around this stuff in a while. Twenty minutes passed, I finally had to pee and needed a break from people. As I walked back I smelled my crave. I felt my blood rush throughout my body and extremities, my hands and feet sweated profusely. My sandals slid side to side, my toes clenched down on my sandals trying to keep them in place. I took a long deep whiff as I walked towards the ladies. There it was. One long, brown, and thick blunt burning bright red; dark grey/black smoke whirled around us but short lived with last night’s winds. It was my turn, my fucking turn! It had been more than a month and here I was, getting what I’ve put away. I questioned myself and made sure I knew what i wanted. Quick thoughts. I took three deep hits. Nothing, yet…

After one minute BAM! I was the coolest, hippest woman in the fucking universe and I did not give a fuck who anybody was. I was Priscilla and feeling confident as fuck.

(I apologize for cussing, I normally don’t. Only on special occasions; this one is one of them.)

(Source: indievisualjournal, via notasmartman)