jeanne monique,17. i just want to roll a blunt. drink the fifth. & forget the world even exists. forever.
❝My first love was like smoking- both bad habits and both totally seductive- and as time goes by, my addiction to both lingers until they intertwine, interchange, become inseparable in my mind- forming a nostalgia on the brain, for which there is no cure.❞ — Bill Hicks, Thoughts on Love and Smoking (November 1992)