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housecow · 4 days

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thinking about how i can’t even cross my arms normally anymore because of how big both my chest and arms are getting

#below this . i am talking abt a flight #yes. me being in the middle seat sucks for those around me #ALSO LOL #i had to get up and move bc i sat in the emergency row #and they were like. you can’t sit here if you need a seatbelt extender #so. well #i got an aisle seat that kinda sucked bc i was either touching the dude next to me w my arm #or in the way if flight attendants #what an experience omfg this is why i have no shame left #talk #EXIT ROW #i am high #wtf is an emergency row

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hiiamhighbitch · 4 months

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THE GENDER FLUID WAS ALWAYS HOT CHOCOLATE THE WHOLE TIME !!!!

#genderfluid #hot chocolate #I am high #high #merry christmas #merry crisis #merry chrysler #merry chissmas #yeah bitch

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destiels-assbutt13 · 5 months

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“how chronically online are you” i just saw the words acoustic guitar and my mind immediately went wtf is an autistic guitar

#i also posted this on twitter #ik i said twitter was annoying me but i can’t leave her fully #autistic #i am high #that could’ve had smth to do with it #chronically online #do you ever think about how dean made and gave cas a mixtape #and do you ever think about how louis wrote all along #i ship bullshit and all that

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stardustwhoreds · 11 months

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she joshes on my jake until I danny my sams

#greta van fleet #danny wagner #gvf #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #greta van art #sammy kiszka #daniel wagner #danny gvf #greta #i am high

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xoxoexeblah · 3 months

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Like, I thought about this for a while- what if Frisk just put Flowey in a pot and carried him around like those rich ladies with their hamsters or small dogs? Whats he gonna do, use his powers? WITH WHAT SOULS???

Seriously,think of it. He's just throwing friendliness pellets at Frisk while the player is laughing like a maniac, sparing him every turn.

That's the funniest thing I have ever thought of😭😭😭😭

#undertale #undertale frisk #undertale flowey #i am having thoughts #i am high #frisk #flowey

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bbypigeon · 5 months

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I am so blown away by Fellow Travelers. I was not sure what I was getting into with this show. I think I saw a short clip on TikTok and was like cool, gay history? I'm in.

But the writing. the pacing. the ACTING. I remember after watching the first episode, thinking to myself how impressed I was by what they had accomplished in an hour. I felt connected to these characters, I was invested in them. I understood what the story was about. I needed to see episode 2. I was pulled in on ONE episode.

A passionate, complicated, deeply emotional love story. Their careers as government employees. The way they presented themselves in front of family and at work. The politics of the time. (Genuinely, I have learned so much about the red scare, the lavender scare, anti-war protesting, trans identity during that time, and Harvey Milk). Even the supporting characters have rich, soul-wrenching relationships and personal journeys.

Jonathan Bailey and Matt Bomer are SUPREMELY talented and electric together. Every glance, tension of the eyebrow, angle of body degree is nourished. Their chemistry and the authenticity they were able to portray during intimacy scenes was masterful and crushing. The way they can express such a complicated relationship is true art.

I am so so so impressed and enamored by this show. I hope it wins awards.

#fellow travelers #i am high #but it's okay i'm 23 #in my mind I am 21 years old #Jonathan bailey #matt bomer

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aprilthemonth11 · 6 months

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washing down the weed with some weed

#i am high #girls who smoke weed #smoke a joint #smoke session

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tarsyu · 5 days

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skora should be a woman. My trans self makes all my characters trans

#tìftxulì'u. ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆ ooc.#i am high #but this thought… it holds up

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c-e-i-s · 16 days

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I’m high LOL

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shadowseductress · 17 days

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What is this behavior? People really don't know the concept of privacy,huh? Why can't people understand? Can we talk? Can i send you asks? Let's reblog posts? Let's comment ? Can this happen to me? Can People do this to me?

#varsha #I am high

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pascalsbby · 8 months

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Just You / Joel Miller

I just wrote fluff (kinda). YEAH! ME! It’s really just for my own comfort but thought I’d share it anyways.

Warnings: Joel helps traumatized (mommy & daddy issues, best of both worlds bitches) neurodivergent reader not feel so bad about doing the small things that help her, like smoking a joint here n’ there. Ya know?

You filled up your water bottle and huffed at the ice tray, hating the way it’s burning your touch from lingering fingers. You can’t not have cold water for when your throat dries. Can’t have outside time without it. You had filled the tray up too far, again. Well this was again, again. You’d only used it a few times since Joel stumbled into the kitchen with it last week. “So your water’a be cold when you’re swingin’.” He presented it to you with his crooked grin.

Now, he was looking at you from the back of the couch. “Bring it ‘er baby. It’s been overfilled a little too much. But thats s’okay- now we both know.” It wasn’t a reprimand pointing to you, with a “you weren’t smart enough to know that? ice expands…?” tone. It was a suggestion, just something he happened to notice… something he wanted to help you with.

You were grateful that despite the really shitty past couple of months, he still didn’t shy away from recentering you- guiding you, more so. The facade of your trauma being ‘not that bad these things happen to everyone,” never really faded behind the memories, but in college it fell drastically. Not being to sit through a class in the lecture hall because (Mr.) Professor’s voice was echoing the walls of the lecture hall (your mind) too loudly. Getting out of the four walls of your bedroom forced a lot of realizations towards you. But it wasn’t until your mid-20’s that it just completely collapsed- watching other people’s father’s grow the fuck up (age) and apologize to them, their mothers, their little brothers- maybe sometimes you. But not you- you. Narcissism feels too good in his proud chest.

Mom went to therapy, so she thinks she’s done her part. She did, for herself. Sure. But they were never meant to save you, you knew that.

It wasn’t until you got to know Joel that you saw there were parents who tried to understand, and a safe (even if just inside their own four-walled house) environment really did make the difference. Sarah, for example. He was considerably older, stern, and gentle. He looked like he could take care of you- not just by the thickness of his arms and veined neck, but the width of his grasp upon you- around you, inside of you. You dirty thing, you, shhh.

You hadn’t been able to smoke in a couple weeks and it felt like it was catching up to you. Yeah, yeah, it sounds bad even while I stumble through this validation. But it helped and you were sick and fucking tired of pretending it wasn’t. Finally something was helping. You’d put it off in guilt for years until finally trying it and realizing that your thoughts quitely deduced themselves to leaving your own mind and joining the waves on the back of the singing cicadas. Or the sound of the night sky above your neighbors air-conditioner box. It was 106 degrees today. Don’t think about it too deeply. You begged of yourself, then thought how long you begged for someone to listen to you and magically solve the problem. A diagnosis feels good until it starts being ignored, again. And then the thought passed and that was all. Deep breathes, cool air rising from the ground.

You spent twenty-plus years stuck inside the shell of yourself, pulling on whatever mask needed to be worn. A lot of the time the plastic behind them stuck to each other and creaked like sharp rocks screeching against glass. You wore so many masks all the time. The shoulders of the character were always the same though; staunched upwards and perpetually flexed.

The breeze of wind feels like Texas summers against the back of your neck. The warmth of the breeze furthering the condensation below your eyes and above your cheeks. You’re not in Texas anymore- although sometimes it feels like it with him. These memories were happy. They feel like resurfacing-s of something, someone. You. Little you.

This was your diary, the swing on the back porch of y’alls house, halfway on the concrete and hallway into the world. Big Dipper to the right, always. Joel usually to the left, neck bent backwards laying against the swing as his long legs gently pushed off the warm and resting ground. He had one hand over his stomach, resting, the other pointing in front of both of your eyes towards whichever constellations he’s telling you stories about tonight. Poetry, him.

He noticed your hesitation, holding the water bottle to your chest and quickly drinking it instead of taking the joint out of it’s tube. The fact that something so calming to your psyche should make you feel so guilty? “You know you’re not in trouble, sweet thing. I can go inside if ya’wanna be alone.” He started getting up and you chuckled at him, lovingly.

“I know.”

Unspoken but perfectly clear. He settled back, put one of his fingers around the top of the container and popped it open, taking out the Barbie pink lighter you had hid in there a couple weeks ago, too. He handed it to you, watched your lips as you rested it between them and then the lighter flickered against his warm skin. You breathed in the fire and slowly exhaled all of the bullshit stuck inside of you back out into the world, off to dissipate before your eyes.

“You’re okay here, baby. I got ya, rest some,” he paused, his eyes meeting yours, making sure you’re paying attention to his words of care, “okay?” He nods.

“Okay.” You nod back. Not even followed by an ‘I’m sorry’ on your part. You didn’t have to be sorry around Joel. You just had to be you, and it turns out that she’s still in there somewhere, and she feels like she’s clawing her way out of you. Will be she 9 or 17? Probably anything but 25.

°:. *₊ ° . ° .• ♡

This is utterly and completely written for myself. I’m trying to write and get things out so they aren’t sitting in my chest, ya know? (I am so okay! Just growing ((that frontal lobe y’all, they weren’t kidding))). I’m really happy I feel like writing about it, it’s easier to conceptualize my feelings and recognize them as important and real when I write them like this.

It’s Apple Friter btw (flower strain). Hehe.

I did live in Texas for a long time. Sometimes I wonder if my Joel talking in a Texas accent sounds too much like Joel talking in an actual Texas accent/way and it looks obnoxious. Lol. But I’m thinkin’ of how all those old men talk, every time I write his voice HAHA.

Love you. And you. And I hope you sleep so well.

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dinohorse · 1 year

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Howdy !

#applejack #mlp #mlp fan art #pony #brony #art #artists on tumblr #mlp art #furry #mlp g4 #dino horse #i am high

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hiiamhighbitch · 28 days

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As a monsterfucker I just want to say that twilight is hilarious when you’re high and it has an accurate representation of awkward yorny teenagers, shockingly so, but again speaking as a monsterfucker, that shit is so…. Calling it vanilla would be an insult to vanilla, that’s spicier, you know? Like sailors had to find and gather that shit from African countries they fucking fucked up. Uhhh. Boiled chicken i guess? Twilight is the boiled chicken of monster fucking. Bland as fuck. Flavorless. No spices. Where’s the heat?

Before you bully me Please note I’m high

Damn this movie is weirdly repressed horny though

#high #i am high #twilight #monster fucker #monster fucking

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distatefulheadcanons · 1 year

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#corndog #discuss #genuinely curious #food #i personally deep throat the stick #but it occurred to me i might be weird #i am high

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charmac · 10 months

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Mac talking about huge fake rat tits on the same page as seeing his mom’s boobs, just, yeah that’s the perfect balance of mommy issues and gay

#iasip #mac mcdonald #risk e rat #i am high