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She likes it when the world goes soft around the edges, just enough to make everything feel like a dream. That first hit is almost always the best, unless some passed a cashed bowl, then it's just enough to make her want more, just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy. She doesn't know when she started needing this to be happy, to be fun, to be normal, but she does so she follows the party scene even though she will always kind of hate those scene kids who pretend to be miserable so they can be popular. It seems like a lot of work. She ignores how "cool" depression is and smiles at everyone becasue she just took that first hit and she's all soft around the edges. Nothing can touch her here, nothing can bother her, and she smiles at everyone.
Someone passes back to her and she takes another hit almost before realizing it. Holding her breath, she sways in time with someone singing. Someone falls over across from her and it suprises her into giggling because he fell like the world tilted and isn't it tilting? She can feel it tilting too, feels a deep spiritual connection to the guy who just fell over because they are tilting the world and isn't that fantastic? Isn't everything fantastic? She giggles again at how stoned she is, and she is very stoned. She think someone might have cut that grass with something and she totally almost thought 'someone' and ohmygod how gross would that be. She laughs outright now but has the presence of mine to pass on the next round. The room is smokey, and really, she doesn't need to actually press her lips to the pipe to take a hit, she just breathes in. She just breathes in and breathes and breathes.
Everything is soft now. Smooth. Blue. and. green. and. purple. and when did her eyes close? Lying on the floor, the smoke intertwines with itself over her head, masking the ceiling so that it looks like the room was made from smoke.
She knows that she shouldn't need this. She knows that she's not alright when it takes this to make her happy. She knows that, and she hates that, but at the same time she loves it, she loves lying on the floor, looking at the world tilting, she is the world, the world is tiliting, she is tilting.
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If I'm going to keep writing on this it's going to need a name and a special tag. I'm thinking "Her Shadow Is On Vacation". Yeah, it sounds just pretentious enough to not really mean anything. :D
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She likes it when the world goes soft around the edges, just enough to make everything feel like a dream. That first hit is almost always the best, unless some passed a cashed bowl, then it's just enough to make her want more, just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy. She doesn't know when she started needing this to be happy, to be fun, to be normal, but she does so she follows the party scene even though she will always kind of hate those scene kids who pretend to be miserable so they can be popular. It seems like a lot of work. She ignores how "cool" depression is and smiles at everyone becasue she just took that first hit and she's all soft around the edges. Nothing can touch her here, nothing can bother her, and she smiles at everyone.
Someone passes back to her and she takes another hit almost before realizing it. Holding her breath, she sways in time with someone singing. Someone falls over across from her and it suprises her into giggling because he fell like the world tilted and isn't it tilting? She can feel it tilting too, feels a deep spiritual connection to the guy who just fell over because they are tilting the world and isn't that fantastic? Isn't everything fantastic? She giggles again at how stoned she is, and she is very stoned. She think someone might have cut that grass with something and she totally almost thought 'someone' and ohmygod how gross would that be. She laughs outright now but has the presence of mine to pass on the next round. The room is smokey, and really, she doesn't need to actually press her lips to the pipe to take a hit, she just breathes in. She just breathes in and breathes and breathes.
Everything is soft now. Smooth. Blue. and. green. and. purple. and when did her eyes close? Lying on the floor, the smoke intertwines with itself over her head, masking the ceiling so that it looks like the room was made from smoke.
She knows that she shouldn't need this. She knows that she's not alright when it takes this to make her happy. She knows that, and she hates that, but at the same time she loves it, she loves lying on the floor, looking at the world tilting, she is the world, the world is tiliting, she is tilting.
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If I'm going to keep writing on this it's going to need a name and a special tag. I'm thinking "Her Shadow Is On Vacation". Yeah, it sounds just pretentious enough to not really mean anything. :D