#acid thoughts

mid-trip my boyfriend and i took a shower to wash off all the rave sweat/glitter and i was holding a single sequin on my finger and we were looking at it bc we could both see a million tiny designs in this thing and we decided it was a tiny universe we were looking into and then i moved my hand and it got washed down the drain and i dissolved into a giggle fit and started talking about how even tho i’m totally a divine ass bitch, it’s a good thing i’m not god bc my careless ass is out here washing entire universes down drains bc i get clumsy in the shower and how if i was put in charge of something so grand i’d absolutely fuck it up so it’s nice that i’m tiny and borderline insignificant except to those i wish to have significance too, because then i can do whatever and just float under the radar and live a beautiful happy life without having to fret over washing universe-sequins down the drain lolllll

My favorite scene in Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban is when harry and marge blow up

Ingest and then digest your surroundings. Contemplating things that are dumbfounding. The figure in the mirror beckons and then fades. Half-way back to square one you ask yourself, is this all a masquerade? You sit down and try to focus on something tangible. Then suddenly your thoughts race to the infeasible. And it all makes sense. In an allegorical kind of way. You ponder, how much did I have to pay? But then you realize the message a little too late. Finality is natural; What you live never dissipates.