stonerdoesnothing

[stonerdoesnothing]

[stonerdoesnothing]

I feel like im broken all over again. Only this time im not in tears, just so unbarely numb.

[stonerdoesnothing]

[stonerdoesnothing]

[stonerdoesnothing]

Do you ever feel like youre falling down an endless hole where nothing makes sense?

[stonerdoesnothing]

[stonerdoesnothing]

All fun and games till you have a respiratory infection 😭😭 getting high mkght actually make me die! SMOKE FOR ME. GET DOUBLE HIGH IN MY HONOR!

High till I die💨🙌🏻💨🙌🏻💨

[stonerdoesnothing]

Just feelin a lil silly goofy

#just having fun #cute outfit #bubblegum bitch #dance #kissy #blue shirt #rainbow sweater #lesbian #girls gays and theys #happy

[stonerdoesnothing]

[stonerdoesnothing]

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

[stonerdoesnothing]

Very homestuck of you

[stonerdoesnothing]

Lowkey wanna kill myself again.

[stonerdoesnothing]

Aahhh

[stonerdoesnothing]

Who would have thought. The little girl watching her dad roll a joint after his long ass shift being a cook and only really being able to see him at night after the restaurant closes. Watching him break apart big buds to small little crumbs in his tray. Only to one day surround myself with this little bud.

My dad never hid it from me, grew up telling me its a medicine, its a natural herb that makes all bad things go away.

Unlike the cigarettes your mother smokes. Two, maybe three packs a day. Maybe thats exaggerated, but it felt like that much watching her pull out a new one every few minutes because the headaches and shakes come back.

My father rarely drank, my father quit smoking cigarettes, my father dropped meth and rolled joint after joint to keep us safe.

Now as an adult, as a woman i detest cigarettes, Alcohol makes me nauseous and angry, Marijuana calms my mind. Eases all stressers, now i understand the power this plant has. A clarity, a peace offering to my demoms that rages within, one ones that cried and clawed at the walls of my brain, the demoms that make my blood boil at any change, good or bad. The demoms that made my head fill eith presure, releasing thousands of beetles onto the lobe. All of them are quite the moment i hold that white cloud of smoke.

I grow weed not as a novelty, i grow as a way to heal both physically and internationally, a way for my inner child to run free without fear, a way for my inner teen to finally have peace after a life time of survival. A way for my adult self to feel part of something much, mucb bigger than my own mind.

Something worth while.

A little bud, filled with unexpected light and joy.

[stonerdoesnothing]

The fact that this joke is from the very first episode (which aired in January 1997) is messing with me.

[stonerdoesnothing]

every year I post this meme and every year people get more mad at me than they did the previous year

[stonerdoesnothing]