Dior & Purple Haze

She spoke.

"Hug me until I smell like you. Love me till I smell like you. I'm not washing my shirt in the next cycle."

Dior & weed.

Hold my hand

Let’s be FREE

It’s time to FLEE

Match my aesthetic

save me from the “real world”

Be my medic.

Looking forward to

sunrises & sun sets

smoking with the sunroof open

Make the sky purple

Keep my shirt just for the fragrance

They say happiness comes from the inside. But your cup spills into my soul. So anytime you whisper “LOVEYOU” it can be so overwhelming. Lay your head on my shoulder while I puff. The smell of weed doesn’t bother. Especially when the cologne has you hypnotize. People are scared to be themselves. Scared to take the leap. Fuck them when they criticize. Let them die on that hill. See misery is difficult especially when it’s time to swallow that pill.

Wrote this listening to: Solange, Cleo Sol, David Bowie, The Beatles