Whatever you did, the horse knows.
The sacrifices made to become a successful and contributing adult member of society.
Today is 4/20. I am alone in my grandparents’ attic reading about the Irish Revolution in the 18th century while all of my friends get stoned (which I would much rather be doing, on any given day) at a celebration hosted by my lovely boyfriend, whom I miss dearly, in my parent’s basement. FML.
Here’s to the nights I felt alive. 
