I kind of really hate people that talk about their birthday constantly weeks before it happens, then talk about it every second a few days before and the day of, then continue to talk about it for weeks after. Your birthday was three weeks ago douche bag. No, I will not buy you a birthday drink.
First time I dropped acid while alone tonight. I’ve always been pretty social with hallucinogenics, but that was pretty nice.
Surprisingly, listening to Burzum’s softer, melodic stuff was really nice too. Wouldn’t recommend it to inexperienced acid users, but if you think you can handle black metal while tripping, do it.
Now, I’m just pissed I have to see all my friends who don’t know he raped me post his photos all over the place and talk about what an amazing person he was. He was a fucking rapist and it’s good he’s gone.
That I feel has serious body dismorphic issues, and theyre celebrated and looked up to for it. This person and the amount of adoration, rather than help or concern for their obvious issues, annoys the piss out of me.
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