What I love most about the stoner community on tumblr is that it’s so diverse and real. Kinky people smoke weed, gay men smoke weed, lesbians smoke weed, asexual people smoke weed, trans people smoke weed. I see carefree black girls and boys. People who love their bodies, people who are journeying to love their bodies. I see naked stoners and some stoners in the loveliest of sweaters. People who love huge rips and people who take tiny tokes, I just love seeing cannabis in so many different walks of life and how one plant can connect us all. This community broadened my knowledge on cannabis and it’s users so much.
it’s like my emotions either feel to big or too small for my body. so big it breaks me or so small it slips right out before i even know what the feeling is.
we’ve taught girls to romanticise nearly everything a boy does. when i was younger i thought it was cute that boys chased the girl even after she said no. i loved it when after a girl moved away from a kiss, the guy would pull her back and force it on. i thought a guy saying ‘i won’t take a no for an answer’ was passionate and romantic. we’re literally always teaching girls to romanticise abusive traits.
Listen. Cut your own hair. Dye it blue, then shave it off when you’re bored of it. Wear that outfit with those shoes. Paint your nails with all the colors of the rainbow. Get that tattoo. Go to the movies alone. Get coffee, then drink it at that special place you like. Mouth the words of the song you’re listening to on public transport. Put that thing on your wall. Bake. Draw. Dance in your underwear. Life is so much better when you don’t give a fuck
this isn’t 100% punk but dude down to it this is the essence of punk
