Ceci n'est pas une pipe.

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theanimalblog:

Three Troublemakers by Brian Shults

Check out Satan bear in the corner down there.

theanimalblog:

Three Troublemakers by Brian Shults

Check out Satan bear in the corner down there.

(via callthesurgeon)

I get a brown rice veggie bowl at chipotle, take it home and heap it on tiny corn tortillas because I’m a boss.

fuckyeahpsychedelics:

“Red Double Waterfall” by matthewdeanart

This reminds me of a dream I had a few nights ago. The only thing I can remember from it was the sun. It was giant and red and dangerously close to the earth. It was terrifying. View high resolution

fuckyeahpsychedelics:

“Red Double Waterfall” by matthewdeanart

This reminds me of a dream I had a few nights ago. The only thing I can remember from it was the sun. It was giant and red and dangerously close to the earth. It was terrifying.

It’s raining, it’s pouring and I wish I was the old man snoring. I am so tired.

It’s raining, it’s pouring and I wish I was the old man snoring. I am so tired.

It’s a bright and sunshiney day. I went to an art festival today and I realized something. I want my own place. We walked into one of the old apartment buildings around the lake and that’s when I decided. I want to live in a place with old wood floors and old paint jobs. I want to decorate with beads and tapestries and stained glass. I want throw rugs and my own quaint little kitchen. I want to look outside and see the lake and the swans and I want to carry my groceries up a flight of stairs. I want to lay in bed and pet my cats and stare at the stars. Now I can. I can have all of that.
What a strange feeling to be in this capable mindset where everything is fantastic. What a beautiful thing.

It’s a bright and sunshiney day. I went to an art festival today and I realized something. I want my own place. We walked into one of the old apartment buildings around the lake and that’s when I decided. I want to live in a place with old wood floors and old paint jobs. I want to decorate with beads and tapestries and stained glass. I want throw rugs and my own quaint little kitchen. I want to look outside and see the lake and the swans and I want to carry my groceries up a flight of stairs. I want to lay in bed and pet my cats and stare at the stars. Now I can. I can have all of that.

What a strange feeling to be in this capable mindset where everything is fantastic. What a beautiful thing.

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