Another Punk Kid

You know, for years I thought I was a marijuana legalization advocate but it turns out I’m really just a prison abolitionist.

Anyway there are now billboards in LA letting you know about an app you can use to get weed delivered to your home so every day that anyone spends in prison in this state for selling, possessing, or using marijuana is a great example of state violence and it’s imperative to remember that the people who ARE still imprisoned for charges relating to marijuana in California are disproportionately black.

I also want to make it abundantly clear this is why people say “fuck cops” and why “Blue Lives Matter” is bullshit. It may only be a “handful” of corrupt cops (which is also bullshit) but it’s the entire institution behind them that enables them and refuses to take any form of accountability. Every single cop is complicit. Every single one.

when the months keep passing by even though you’re not in the head space to emotionally process them and you realize it is impossible to escape the passage of time

when i see this post on my dash and realize i posted it over a year ago 

Why do you like sharks?

he walk

He cronch

He roll

She give high fin. @lilragekitten

He gets tummy rubs

He get nose rub

He beauty

He dance

She do a triple Lutz

He slorp

This post is blessed

minecraft “i can’t remember where i put anything” asmr

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i was a loner until there were no friends left and before someone offered me drugs you know, i was straight edge and everyone’s quit ‘til you offer them a cigarette before we learn our lesson let’s see how bad things can get

and i’ll drink myself to death or at least i’ll drink myself to sleep chain smoke my way through the gaps in between my aspirations and my apathy

as we drive past the last exit to home i am waving goodbye and i might be sleeping in a ditch tonight but it’s alright ‘cause whiskey is my kind of lullaby i was sober all morning ‘til i woke up this afternoon and before someone offered me a job you know, i was gonna get one soon

— Catherynne M. Valente (via purplebuddhaquotes)