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tell-me-who-iam · 1 year
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Związek dwóch ćpunów nie ma prawa się udać
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er-cryptid · 7 months
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Signs of MDMA Use
-- MDMA is a type of drug that includes drugs such as cocaine, meth, and ecstasy
Signs:
-- wide eyes
-- dilated pupils
-- change in sleep patterns
-- chewing, grinding teeth
-- constant talking
-- increased heart rate
-- slowed breathing
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ftwraw · 4 months
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I might kill myself before I turn 28
I’m sick of watching as my body decays
Forced to do drugs just to deal with the pain
holes in all my clothes and the shirts with the stains
Nothing for my own and it hurts, I complain
I know imma mess but it’s hard to contain.
Maybe I’ll be free with a hole in my brain…
I’ve never hurt a soul, just myself that’s insane..
I’ve always longed for something that I never could gain….
This world is so tragic, but it can’t fit in frame
And I’m prone to get hurt, so next time I’ll refrain.
I won’t be loved by nobody again.
I’ll cut off all ties, this is my end.
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drugusersbible · 1 year
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DRUGS SAY STOP THE DRUG WAR [FRAMED VERSION] I’ve taken the liberty of updating a collage I created a couple of years ago. It comprises 36 of the 182 psychoactives I self-administered for the writing of The Drug Users Bible.
Listed row by row:
Methamphetamine, Xanax, Morning Glory Seeds, Heroin, Opium, Yopo Seeds
2C-B-Fly, 3-FPM, 1P-LSD, Hawaiian Baby Woodrose Seeds, Cannabis, Amphetamine
GHB, Diazepam, Celastrus Paniculatus Seeds, Kratom, Psilocybe Cubensis Mushrooms, 2C-I
MDMA, Pyrazolam, Noopept, Rapé, 2AI, Ubulawu
Adderall, Etizolam, Kola Nut, Valerian Root, Cocaine, DXM
Clonazolam, MXP, AL-LAD, San Pedro Cactus, Salvia Divinorum, Street Hash
The cannabis comprising the letter 'P' is gelato. The hash in the bottom right-hand corner is Moroccan.
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morolies · 7 months
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sassy466 · 6 months
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Powrót po niecałych trzech miesiącach... TĘSKNIŁAM-SERIO..🫶
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Day 11: “911, What's Your Emergency?”
A fostercare Tommy AU, where he's the ward of Dream. Exhausted and not-so-secretly dosed up to the gills on sleep meds, he tries to call for help, but Dream isn’t going to lose another child. Warnings for abuse, drugging, references to allowing children around much stronger and more illegal drugs, referenced child death, referenced teen parenthood (in the context of Dream being the parent), children being around criminal activity, very morally ambiguous SBI, infantilisation, police being incompetent at best, and referenced kidnapping.
AO3 link, if you’d prefer.
The living room was as immaculate as always. The mint-green pillows perfectly arranged on the fancy leather sofa, every book on the bookshelf in alphabetical order. The pictures on the desk, first of a teenage boy with dirty-blond hair holding a smiling infant with a birthmark covering half of its face, the second being that teenage boy now a man with his arms around a curly-haired youth, were cleaned to a perfect shine. Not a speck of dust, not a single thing where it shouldn’t be.
Not a single thing but Tommy.
His pale curls were a mess and covered his face so much you almost couldn’t see the bruises he’d yet to hide with makeup. He was half-dressed at best, green hoodie thrown thoughtlessly over red-and-white pyjamas. He didn’t care, or even seem to notice, as he carelessly knocked things astray as he stumbled to the phone.
The fuzzy haze he lived in now was almost familiar to him. The blurry edge of things, the creeping fog strangling his brain and the sluggishness of his limbs were things he’d learnt workarounds to, or maybe whatever the bitter shit that was in his food was, he was building up a resistance or something. Yeah, that sounded about right.
Wilbur said that about the powder stuff he’d made when Tommy asked, but the powder stuff didn’t make you feel like you were fighting to keep your eyes open every second of the day and like you were asleep even when you were awake. Plus, it was very, very illegal and Tommy was pretty sure Dream didn’t do illegal shit. Else he’d be nicer. At least, all the criminals Tommy knew were nice, and that was just Wilbur and Techno and Phil.
Dream had denied putting anything into Tommy’s food when he’d asked, of course, punished him for the audacity, but Tommy wasn’t stupid even when it felt like his thoughts were being drowned in an ocean of static. He knew far more than Dream thought he knew, and he fumed inside when he was treated like a ten-year-old.
(The photographs lining the house, of a boy tall and thin like Tommy but green-eyed and straight-haired like Dream, only go up to when he was ten.)
It wouldn’t be entirely accurate to say Tommy was only there as a replacement, a boy the same age as Dream’s own but this time under enough lock and key that he could never go missing. No, that was only mostly the case.
It’d be easy to assume that, dressed in old, ill fitting clothes and housed in a dusty room full of children’s books, the way Dream would smile wistfully and mutter something under his breath about Tommy reminding him of Ran when the fuzziness made him forget something, and Tommy had assumed that at first. But when he’d deliberately gone out of his way to act as differently as the angelic vision of a probably-dead boy, expecting Dream to give up on him like the rest of the dickheads who take him in for a week, he’d only seemed to regard him with more fascination.
So, if annoying him didn’t work, he’d have to go to more drastic measures. Which was fine, the police fucked him over already by arresting the only people who ever cared about him and forcing him into that farce of a trial. Absolute bullshit they got them down for child abuse. Sure, maybe letting a kid in your drug lab and having them help dispose of evidence might be legally fucked, but so was beating kids and shouting at them until they cried and leaving them to starve until they had to learn to steal. Wil and Phil and Tech were the only family he’d ever been with that didn’t do one of the three.
His hands shook as he dialled the numbers for the emergency services. Nine-something-something, right? Yeah, that sounded good. Maybe that had slipped through the fog right.
He almost dropped the phone in surprise when he heard a tinny voice. Shit, this thing was on speakerphone. Dream probably heard all that. “What’s your emergency?”
“I’m stuck. In the house.” Tommy hated how the words in his head mixed together and slurred into a confusing mess, making him sound like the child he had to stop being at six, let alone sixteen. “I can’t get out because Dream locks the doors.”
“Okay, sweetheart.” Fuck, they really did think he was a little kid, didn’t they? “Who’s Dream? Is he your daddy?”
“M’ not a kid,” Tommy insisted. “And no, no. Don’t have a dad. Went t’live with lots of people after Mum went away.” He fought back a yawn as he paused. “Just wanna go home.”
“Oh, honey, I don’t think that’s possible.”
“But you’re meant to catch the bad men! Like Dream.” That was right, right? Or were things blurring together in the mess of fog and haze that was his brain? “He hits me, and shouts at me.” He was still nursing bruises from when he tried to stop Dream from burning the last of his belongings. All he’d had was a picture of his old mate, Tubbo, from one of his primary schools, but he wasn’t even allowed that. “And he never lets me out on my own.”
“How old are you, pet? “
“I’m a big man! M’ sixteen.”
“Right.” The operator didn’t sound exactly like she believed him, and Tommy’s heart dropped out of his stomach. “I’m sorry, but I have to talk to someone else, o- “
Tommy yelped as the phone was snatched out of his hand. Dream was always so fucking quiet, but it wasn’t the surprise that scared Tommy the most, it was fearing what Dream would do next. In his plentiful time asleep, he’d been able to come up with terrifying and fanciful ideas that only rarely came true, but rarely was less than never.
“I’m really sorry,” Dream said, sounding sincere even as he shot Tommy a wicked grin. “It’s my foster kid. He’s… troubled, and he’s really confused after we had to switch his meds. Please understand, he really didn’t mean to cause any harm. He’s just not sure what’s real and isn’t right now. Yeah. Thanks.”
As the call closed, Tommy flinched back instinctively, curled on the floor, only for Dream to simply ruffle his hair. “I shouldn’t have let you around phones, shouldn’t I? That’s my fault, I can’t blame you for it. I failed you there.”
“You’re not my fucking dad.” Tommy stuck out his tongue. He didn’t like it when Dream was fake nice, or real nice either. It made things even more confusing, and it already felt like he was wading through high water to even keep his eyes open.
“I’m not, but you’re my ward. I’ve lost a child to… carelessness before. I’m not going to let them take you too.”
Huh. Take? Tommy had thought Ranboo had run away.
“Did you do this to him too?”
“Maybe I should have. Maybe I wouldn’t have lost him if I was just a bit more careful.” There was genuine pain in Dream’s voice there, and Tommy had to admit to feeling bad for him. Just a little. “But it won’t happen again. I made a promise. I’m not losing another family.”
“And if I run?”
Dream grinned. “Oh, you won’t be able to, soon enough.”
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Hello Kitty give me a smoke
Let's have some
Weed 🍃💜
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tell-me-who-iam · 1 year
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Duże oczy
Spadek wagi
Uczucie beztroski
To daje nam kamień
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jovenydesempleado · 1 year
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acidmia · 2 years
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gamebird · 6 months
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Drug overdose risk factors
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hannaday81 · 11 months
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sassy466 · 2 years
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Listen, I got a story to tell. about a woman lost , found, and forever trapped. The walls are invisible to anyone and everyone but her. Each day each night each second she’s trapped in a haunted shell. She heard, she feels, she sees , in a different realm. She looks like a regular girl. Don’t get to close cause she burns with memories, stories and demons . This lady is passionate and honest . The life she was dealt has been a long lonely journey but also a interesting dark trail. Don’t get to close she will amaze and scare you as well, don’t get to close you underestimate her she sees inside your soul, she knows the trickery in most and lives in unspeakable memories , she is strong she is kind but she can bite and leave a mark in your head and soul this girl. She does not need anyone and she can’t allow people to get close cause she knows they can’t handle her presence cause she knows pain she is close with her demons, it’s a crazy ride but she knows she is to damaged and to real for most. She is trapped in a body but o she has such soul a genuineness and a soul this world is not the world you know but don’t get to close cause sometimes those voices those memories those demons can’t be silenced , don’t get to close cause you can’t handle her fire.
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