Step 5: smoke a bowl
Step 6: put on the right music
Step 7: stop checking your phone
Step 8: decide on red lips and build the rest of the outfit from there

Step 5: smoke a bowl

Step 6: put on the right music

Step 7: stop checking your phone

Step 8: decide on red lips and build the rest of the outfit from there

(Source: xfackyoux)

Sometimes she is my spirit animal. <3

itmakesmewet: sometimes the only solution is to put on nothing but a kimono & light a joint

Sometimes she is my spirit animal. <3

itmakesmewetsometimes the only solution is to put on nothing but a kimono & light a joint

We smoked a joint in our living-room afterwards. It was really nice. My husband and Ben in their underwear, Bette in my husbands hoodie and nothing else, me naked. Bette and I sat on the couch together while my husband played a little guitar and we all blabbed and giggled. She doesn’t identify as bisexual, isn’t so sure about the label, but she likes me, I can tell.

We passed the joint around and she stretched and rearranged herself so she was curled up on my lap with her head on my shoulder. I snuggled into her, smiled to myself. Her hair smelled so good, and I love how it felt to have it tumbling over my skin. She nuzzled against me and sighed. I’m a sucker.

I stroked her hair, running my fingers through it and gently massaging her scalp with my fingertips. She closed her eyes. My heart was in my throat. I hardly know her, but it felt so familiar to touch a woman this way. It made me ache.

And then she said something stoned and ridiculous and we all laughed and my husband played a happier song and she moved and the moment passed.

Just as moments do.

catharsis
  • Him: Why do you insist on rolling such ridiculously large joints?
  • Me: Don't judge me. I'm expressing my emotions in joint form.
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