Trying not to be sentimental is like trying to stop me from breathing. And when things are that impossible to do, you gotta give it up and realize this is who I am and more importantly, I have a right to be who I am, despite my constant self nagging.
I can’t not be sentimental but I can sure as hell be subtle about it.
I just burned the fuck out of my hand but I can’t really feel it. (Elevated)
Like the name suggests, Nebula twinkles with the coating of THC glands, which are bound to take you into the realm of space - or possibly just make you spacy. The buzz is transcendental and cerebral, sometimes bordering on the psychedelic. Nebula may earn the nickname “honey pot” for it’s sweet smell and distinctively honeyed fruit flavor.
What’s better than having a puppy that acts just like you? (Yeah, I whine when I want something.)
our personal matters/no need to discuss
