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Im here, not tried them yet, dried them out and then my friend pinged me to say he had a bottle of tincture that hes sending me, so im gonna wait for that


Just found out this thing about a guy we know; every time he buys ecstasy he buys one more pill than he needs and - get this - he has a collection in little boxes with glass lids. Each box displaying a pill on a little cotton bed. Every pill he's taken like a butterfly collection.

constant escape

winter withered, warm
one thing years of self-reflecting in altered states has taught me is that the distinction between being brave and being stupid is extremely fuzzy
Yeah, a sort of willingness to abdicate agency and submit yourself to forces that may be to your benefit or detriment. The spirits. I suspect it largely depends on the respect you have for them.


call me big papa
Been at home with my parents for three weeks, heading into the fourth, so I've basically been stone cold sober for almost a month.

Shit isn't it?


in je ogen waait de wind
it depends. what about your energy? what about your quality of sleep? what about your clarity? what about the look of your skin?

i wish i had been sober for three weeks.


Who loves ya, baby?
Luka's third favourite word after 'banter' and 'geezer',
3. Punnet

The word is largely confined to Commonwealth countries (but not Canada) and is of uncertain origin, but is thought to be a diminutive of 'pun,' a British dialect word for pound, from the days in which such containers were used as a unit of measurement. The Oxford Dictionary of National Biography, parenthetically in its entry for geneticist R. C. Punnett (1875–1967), credits "a strawberry growing ancestor [who] devised the wooden basket known as a 'punnet.'"


in je ogen waait de wind
i went on a blind date the other day and upon opening the door of her flat the girl told me right away that she took some xanax. i found it a bit odd but didn't want to be too judgemental. so we go inside her flat and within ten minutes she asks if i want some coke. another ten minutes later she says she's gonna take some mdma and if i wanted a bit as well. it was so weird, i only took a little bit of coke and refused the rest. then all sorts of strangers started ringing her doorbell and she says "ah yea i sell some stuff every now and then as well" and all sorts of weirdos and freaks pass by and i started sweating and smoking one cigarette after the other until i just had to leave and said "yeh maybe let's meet for a coffee once" and then left and never got back to her again.

and that whole situation put me off drugs somehow. it was all so dark and pointless.