Suspicion and persecution are weeds of the same dunghill, and flourish best together. — Thomas Paine Copy Share Image
I'm sorry... I cant get back to you right now, am currently stoned out. — Aruho Marvin Copy Share Image
Hoping they bury me with ammunition, weed, and shells. Just in case... — Tupac Shakur Copy Share Image
sometimes duties act on the soul like weeds on a flower. They crowd it out. — Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman Copy Share Image
The caterpillars of the commonwealth, Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Celebrating 4/20 has taught me that not even pot can make matzoh taste good. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We played games as a kid, smoked weed as a teen, now I'm a man, I'm all about green. — Jcox Copy Share Image
Smoking on something grown at home. So I can blow O's. Nigga I'm from PGH but all my weed from Californ'. — Wiz Khalifa Copy Share Image
Don't give me that weed is motherfucking drug. yo when I'm high and I go to my meeting's in am I make… — Katt Williams Copy Share Image
My grandma smoke weed, my mom don't smoke weed, my dad smoke weed, my sister don't smoke weed, my brother smoke weed,… — Lil Smileyy Copy Share Image
Poverty is a bitter weed to most women, and there are few indeed who can accept it with dignity. — Eliza Lynn Linton Copy Share Image
The prayer of the farmer kneeling in his field to weed it, the prayer of the rower kneeling with the stroke of… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Am I a weed, carried this way, that way, on a tide that comes twice a day without a meaning? — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Shout out to Diiamond Royalty for keepin it real, and showing the world its okay to be gay! — Diiamond Royalty Copy Share Image
A satyagrahi turns the searchlight inward relentlessly to weed out all the defects that may be lying hidden there still. — Mahatma Gandhi Copy Share Image
Gardening is a kind of disease. It infects you, you cannot escape it. When you go visiting, your eyes rove about the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
My grass stay fresh cut, sticky icky wet stuff, put it in the next dutch, But last time I had a checkup,… — Chris Webby Copy Share Image
Good manners, Madam, are had these days not For your asking, nor mine, nor what-we-used-to-be's. The day is a loud grenade that… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
In my mind's eye, Shakespeare is a huge, hot sea-beast, with fire in his veins and ice on his claws and inscrutable… — A. S. Byatt Copy Share Image
I miss how it use to be. I miss how I use to stay up all night talking to you. I miss… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
Like paths and alleys overgrown with hardy, rank-growing weeds, the words we use are overgrown with our individual, private, provincial associations, which… — Stefan Themerson Copy Share Image
I don't believe that weed is a drug. I believe its herbal medicine. I'll smoke that occasionally and I definitely back marijuana… — Christofer Drew Copy Share Image
