I was fighting with mum and had a shitty day at work and I was sad and lonely, so I took my puppy and I went for a walk all the way to the top of my road, where there is a cliff which I’ve claimed, and if you sit on top you can watch the sun setting over the city in the distance and you’re pretty high up with the road directly underneath you. So you can see the people in the cars driving past but they’re totally oblivious to you. Anyway pup and I went up there about 4;30 in the arvo. Than we sat on the edge of the rock face and I smoked my first joint. I usually use a bong, and I wasn’t thinking clearly, and I put the same amount weed in the joint as I would smoke to get wiped.
I actually only wanted a small buzz, but I ended up getting absolutely blassssted on top of this cliff. We sat there till it was just light still, than I got up to go home. I walked about 3 meters than I stopped and said aloud “Fuck it Dax, I don’t wanna go home, let’s explore.” so me and Dax followed these trails, choosing paths, not keeping any record of where we are, I’m laughing at everything and talking out loud and tripping out at trees and Dax is jumping and sniffing and bounding along and we are both so freaking happy. And than one trail led to a road and a mailbox connecting them so i was on private property and I’d never seen this place before and so I crept up and opened the mailbox and got the address and than me and dax sprinted up the hill. No idea where we were going, just running for home. By noww its pitch black and really scary. That we scrambled up this ledge and not 15 seconds later a car drove up just past me!! So close! Than we made it back to the road somehow and sprinted home. All covered in bindis and spiderwebs and grass, me and puppy collapsed on my bed and slept for a few.

When I woke up I googled the address, and it turns out I walked the entire range and into another District!
Good freaking times :)

frandilligaf:

THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL OMG.
My little man :>

Week without tumblr. Legit feels like a month.
Shit went down.
Overdose.
ambulance.
Emergency.
Recovery ward.
Psych ward.

Fucking dumbass thing to do. I had two days for them to decide whether or not to go on the liver transplant list. It was painful as hell and I ended up vomiting for about 8 hours straight. I knew it most likely wouldn’t kill me, I dunno. I just wanted the shit to stop. I wanted my head to be quiet.
On a more positive note, I got a puppy! Daxter, a beautiful German Shepard x Mastiff boy, he’s such a sweetie. I’ll post a pic in a sec.

Hope everyone had a better 2 weeks than me! :)

fl4me-on: hey. hey you. I love you. You're amazing, kiddo.

I’m not amazing, L. But I love you too. Thankyou for being a good friend

Anonymous: are you smoke

I dunno… Am I?

Anonymous: can we become friends?

Sure, grey face!

ilistenedin:

andyurgay:

what is this from?

Thirteen
she-fakes-it-so-well:

watch-me-bleed:

restrained-thoughts:

I never realized but i do end relationships with people that i truly loved, just so i could feel the hurt afterwards. Which makes me hate myself even more.

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