oh same haha, if someone asks me a question they’re getting the answer, i don’t care that they expected a “i’m fine”

to this day, I find 15 million merits to be one of the most terrifying episodes.

Would you sell your soul for a peaceful life?

I don’t know about you but I can’t answer that question. And it terrifies me.

be advised: this will not work with the majority of neurodivergent people

I’m sure there’s plenty of people of colour who suck at cooking. Those are just stereotypes used for an Internet joke

as both Juneteenth and the 4th of July are American holidays, I referred to American stereotypes about Americans

don’t start with mixing then! Best to get to know them invidivually first

Juneteenth celebrates the abolishment of slavery, I’d say people of colour are the most happy about that, and people of colour are stereotypically famous for making good food

4th of July celebrates the US independence, which though not a predominantly a white holiday more white people (on account of being a racial majority) will celebrate it, and white people are stereotypically famous for making bland food

what are you doing Micheal Vsauce

gotta know how your body reacts and its limits! Trip safe friend

this is my personal experience so results may vary but - I took a 100ug, basically no visuals, just euphoria and music sounded amazing yk the drill. Waited some 6h. Then I went to smoke a blunt that usually gets me comfortably high for an hour or two. Nothing too hardcore just a good giggly time.

Then I sat on the couch for a while and reality began unweaving into a million little threads floating before me. I’m an experience tripper but I had to make myself let go because honestly it took me by surprise how high I got with a mere 100ug and a small blunt. Visuals were strong enough to make colours pulsate with pink. Fractals spinning everywhere. jpeg artifacts never looked so amazing. The entire world was breathing. Every sound I heard turned into drum beats echoing in my head. I just sat there, not moving, putting all of my mental focus into- well I don’t know what, I think I was fighting with the trip for a while, the sheer intensity of it had me scared of losing my mind. I was able to let go and ride it though.

The intensity went from 0 to a 100 in minutes. Thankfully as I sat on the couch a musical was playing that I liked so I had a neat anchor to get me through the rougher parts. It wasn’t a bad trip, but it sure as hell got incredibly intense a few times.

Neither a high dose of weed alone nor a high dose of LSD alone could ever get me to a point where a normal amount of weed, and a regular though nowadays considered low dose of LSD can. The symbiosis is very strong and creates a unique experience vastly more intense than either drug can give alone

I’ve never tried it with microdosing, but if your weed is strong I’d suggest putting of an entire day for testing how the combo affects you, because even low doses of both can turn up that volume from ehh maybe 2 if you think about it, straight to 11 if not 12

miraculous survival? world’s first talking head? depends on the exact wording and if you got your intro from a benevolent fairy or a genie

and if you want to trip so hard you’re holding the grass to not fall off the earth - just smoke some weed, though words of advice - do it after the peak

dang what happened with the witcher? i’m not in the loop

even when i’m late i always go to the bus stop anyway because the chances are the bus hasn’t even arrived yet lol

coma would be the universe being nice to you. Imagine a full body paralysis where you’re aware of every second passing and the only thing you can do is rot, and maybe hope twitter’s head clown puts a dodgy chip in your brain so maybe you could feel the joy of playing solitaire again.

I think just the fact that the answer could be something like: “2 more years, suicide” is a no-go for me. I’m not a suicidal person so hearing something like this would absolutely fucking terrify me. I think the more time I’d have left the more freaked out I’d get, constantly wonder when will it start? When will the hell that pushes me to take my own life begin?

oh just because you know when you’ll die doesn’t mean you can go yolo on everything. Getting into a horrific accident and becoming bed ridden for the rest of your life doesn’t count as dying. Imagine laying in bed, body paralysed, knowing that this is the place you’ll spend 30 years in.

You’d still be need to be as careful as usual, just with a painful awareness of how many seconds you have left until the end, and with a curse of not being able to go on your own terms if something terrible happens.

my parents chose my email too, then i went ahead and made a new and used that

I don’t know yet but I saw “Polexit” on the Polish ballot and didn’t know if I should laugh or fucking cry

locoroco says it’d simply jump