Friday, July18, 2014.
Dropped my first tab in the Arbs yesterday. I was with Adrian and he had his first eighth of shrooms. We didn’t have a babysitter, who needs those? We dropped at 10:45 and went to The Mother Tree.
Abkut 10 minutes into waiting we smoked a bowl (lol) and waited. I was constantly thinking, “when the fuck is everything going to turn different colors and start melting?” That never happened.
Despite not having a tab strong enough to see shit for hours on end, I’m glad I didn’t. Not for my first time. What DID happen though was I got EXTREMELY euphoric. It was unbelievable. Literally. I was so happy that I literally felt myself getting overwhelmed and mad but it was funny and I was laughing and smiling at how good I felt. I laid back and looked up at the Mother Tree and that was my first slight hallucination. I had to concentrate and i saw the whole tree forming large bumps and floating to the top of the tree. It was fucking crazy. When tripping, I just learned to accept that this was really happening and that helped.
After about three hours and a few bowls later, I was feeling even more euphoric than ever. We meditated for about twenty minutes and during my meditation, I tripped mahor sack. I visualized myself sitting there in third person. Like I was sitting at a bonfire in Dark Souls, and I rotated the camera and looked myself in the face. Doing this, I saw a black and red eye shaped hole right in my forehead. I went into that hole and saw the CRAZIEST shit. From kaleidoscope patterns to events in my past that formed who I was, shit was real. After our meditation, Adrian and I set out to explore the rest of the Arbs. We had originally intended to go to the Yews for a while but instead, we walked barefoot all of the way to the Bonsai Garden. Right through all of the grass. My sense of touch went haywire. Grasa was the best thing I’ve ever stepped foot on. It was damp, cold and slightly sticky. The air was rich with oxygen and every possible color in my view was warm, and saturated. It looked like paradise. We ventured all around the Arbs for hours, eating cherries and chicken throughout our trips. We found a bench on the Northern side and rolled a fatty joint. This was after 6 hours and my euphoric feeling was still there. Crazy shit. The joint put me back to the top and things were all cool again. My brain was physically exhausted from producing so much dopamine that it started to slightly, slightly hurt. I knew I had about 3-5 hours left so I had to enjoy it. About an hour after our joint, we went to Forest Hills to grab drinks. I had assumed we were going to go to my place for food and a swim in the pool but rather, we met up with a friend of his, Connor and then smoked a MONSTROUS blunt. That shit FUCKED. ME. UP. It was awesome. We each got about 20 hits off of it before it died. Best blunt I’ve ever had. We headed back to his house and hydrated. Its always awkward when I go to their house. I don’t know any of them enough to socialize and feel comfortable in their house. And Ramsey is intimidating as fuck. So I stayed quiet and enjoyed my still going acid trip. Adrian and I headed back to Forest Hills to grab more drinks and I decided to split. I was starving and getting tired so I went home while he went back to the Popes. I got home around 7. Still feeling high, I a few slices of pizza and went for a swim. That pool while on acid was the best feeling in my skin I could ever ask for. I floated in the pool in complete silence, reflecting on the day and how beautiful it was, for about half an hour. I got out and went upstairs to my room, turned on some music, and zoned out. My acid trip had come to a perfect ending. I know for a fact I’ll be taking that again. Hands down. No argument. That was a great feeling and an awesome experience.
bruh. game over. she’s marrying that guy and having really talented artistic babies.
the floor is a shelf for everything
130806_b9 (by francois romain)
Tomorrow is my day off, I have enough money to buy half an ounce of weed and blunt papers, and I get another paycheck on Monday and what am I doing? Sitting in my room alone drinking, smoking from the bong, and listening to music. I’m so tired of not having someone to hangout with. I wish I just had either someone or a group of friends that could come over every night to just hangout. It’s so crazy how reliant I’ve become on hanging with people. It just feels so good to have people around who actually care about you and your problems but because we don’t have any at the moment, we have all of the time to just bond and hang. It fucking sucks not having anybody over all of the time.~
Just a slice of paradise I’m grateful to enjoy everyday of my life
HWY 4 on Vancouver Island (by Alex Strohl)
it’s all about perspective.
Evening walk (by Weisimel)
Daughter tells her Dad he’s going to be a Grandpa [x]
When he says “really” ;’)
Never leave this un-reblogged
my heart is not okay.. I’m about to cry
I cried already.