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cheap trick & alice in chains were godly last night

The joy of a psychedelic is when you have the balls to go into the darkness and all of a sudden you realize that darkness was a complete illusion. All the darkness and negativity and spooky shit and guilt and fear and crap you thought was inside you, and all the bad things you thought you’ve done, and all the things you feel terrible about secretly…you realize that’s nothing. İt’s an illusion. The universe loves you, you are completely embraced by the entire universe. You are an incremental part of the functioning of the cosmos. You are an incredible, wonderful, perfect fucking thing. And when you get a glimpse of that, it’s the greatest feeling ever. Because you’re healed. Because that’s what true healing is, man. True healing is realizing you were never sick in the first place. True healing is realizing you just had a little bit of dust on the windshield man…you brush it off you know..that’s all, man.
written by Duncan Trussell on the Joe Rogan Experience (via universeobserver)
(Source: youtube.com, via feelin-grooovy)

May 13th

Apr 29th

gloomgaze:

ramirezbundydahmer:

On June 11th 1963, Thích Quảng Đức, a Vietnamese Buddhist monk, sat down in the middle of a busy intersection in Saigon, covered himself in gasoline and He then ignited a match, and set himself on fire. Đức burned to death in a matter of minutes, and he was immortalized in a famous photograph taken by a reporter who was in Vietnam in order to photograph the war. All those who saw this spectacle were taken by the fact that Duc did not make a sound while burning to death. Đức was protesting President Ngô Đình Diệm’s administration for oppressing the Buddhist religion.

It’s interesting how influential Thich Quang Duc was when you look at all the self-immolating ‘copycat’ monks that followed after him. It’s a pretty powerful message but I can’t help but feel there’s something horribly problematic about dozens of people horribly killing themselves in protest. I dunno.

comakid:

throw me down in the grass.
let me put dandelions in your hair.

(via spiralight-of-venus)

Apr 28th

There is nothing sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.
written by The Tale of Despereaux by Kate DiCamillo (via thefreenomad)
(Source: words-you-love, via faith-solace)

Apr 14th