what labels can be thrown at me?
tree-hugger. skank. activist. hippie. stoner burnout. weeaboo. clumsy. bitch. dreamer. 99%. psychonaut. lurker. creep. anonymous. attention-whore. fanatic. this-bitch-is-bananas.
that's not who i am.
i am not a category or a stereotype.
i am an archetype.
i will not allow restrictions for what i post here.
i'm everything good & everything bad.
everything pure & everything evil.
this is my domain.
my name is ty.
i love you.
#lol time #420 #smoke #smoking #steaks #steaks are fucking stoned
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When you come back from an altered state you just feel, you just know that the “real world” is not the 3d waking material world. It is innate. Imagine you are a fish in a pond, your whole world is that pond. But one day that tasty fly you just bit drags you out of the water into the open world where a stange bipedal creature has his mate take a picture of you….and you can no longer breath for some reason but you dont know how to describe that. And then you are thrown back into your pond. You tell your fish mates and they are like “You’ve lost it man!” and the fish scientists dont know what the hell you’re talking about.
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- Terence McKenna
Load Universe into Cannon. Aim at Brain. Fire.
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+ Terence McKenna (via siriustoast)
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