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going-trippy:

thewonderlandofapillobsessive:

oh—drugs:

octopus bowl.

this is a series of bowls, this one, one with a starfish and one with a jellyfish. they’re all completely black and on the top of the bowl is a really cool rainbow design. i wanted the starfish one so desperately for so long.

(via blewitall)

diacetyl:

lsdkat:

diacetyl:

lsdkat:

diacetyl:

yes, we just slammed xanax.

and it feels so good

Seriously? What a waste of xanax! It’s not even water soluble -______-

lol, have you ever tried it? alprazolam is partially water soluble, and what didn’t dissolve completely we just ate. it’s not like we just threw out the leftovers. no waste there. especially since, you know, i have a mad benzo tolerance and it hit me like a train when i banged it. so yeah, no. try it some time before assuming that it was just a waste. is the “it feels so good” not enough of a hint that it actually worked?

-dia

Well considering it’s already over 80% BA I really can’t see the point in slamming it. Did you use a micron filter? Or check to see the inactive ingredients so you know what you’re even putting in your veins? Sorry if I’m coming at you, just trying to spread some harm reduction.

yeah, i understand, but don’t worry about trying to spread harm reduction to us hun. if we’re not doing it “omg 100% completely the safest way” it’s because we don’t give a fuck. no, i used a cotton ball. and yeah, i know what’s in xanax, and it’s doubtful that many of the inactive ingredients pulled through, and if they did they aren’t going to damage me as long as i don’t do it all the time. i don’t suggest slamming pills to people in the first place, but doing it here and there, sparingly, won’t kill me or anybody else. 
oh, and it felt great and much heaver than eating it, so yeah, that’s my point in slamming it.  

-dia

superpretty:

sebastian

(via bookofboys)

thedevilsguard:

I’ve asked myself again and again whether it wouldn’t have been better if we hadn’t gone into hiding, if we were dead now and didn’t have to go through this misery, especially so that the others could be spared the burden. But we all shrink from this thought. We still love life, we haven’t yet forgotten the voice of nature, and we keep hoping, hoping for…everything.

Anne Frank at age 11, 1941

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collective-history:

Pyramus and Thisbe is the story of two lovers in the city of Babylon who occupy connected houses/walls, forbidden by their parents to be wed, because of their parents’ rivalry. Through a crack in one of the walls, they whisper their love for each other. They arrange to meet near at Ninus’ tomb under a mulberry tree and state their feelings for each other. Thisbe arrives first, but upon seeing a lioness with a mouth bloody from a recent kill, she flees, leaving behind her veil. The lioness drinks from a nearby fountain, then by chance mutilates the veil Thisbe had left behind. When Pyramus arrives, he is horrified at the sight of Thisbe’s veil, assuming that a fierce beast had killed her. Pyramus kills himself, falling on his sword in proper Roman fashion, and in turn splashing blood on the white mulberry leaves. Pyramus’ blood stains the white mulberry fruits, turning them dark. Thisbe returns, eager to tell Pyramus what had happened to her, but she finds Pyramus’ dead body under the shade of the mulberry tree. Thisbe, after a brief period of mourning, stabs herself with the same sword. In the end, the gods listen to Thisbe’s lament, and forever change the colour of the mulberry fruits into the stained colour to honour the forbidden love.

(Source: second-impact, via gurosenshi)