#Shroom trip

[benzodolli3]

[snortoborto]

Congrats, Jayce, on your newly acquired hallucinogen persisting perception disorder. That's why we don't fuck around w/ research chemicals, champ.

[moonflowerxox]

I am on shrooms rn I drew this hahahah made the chin a bit too long but that's OK c:

[nevelk-13]

Color Theory, a Recollection, and a Terrible Lesson

We walked around the neighborhood, as colors played in my periphery. The world was green. Everywhere, there was green. Even more vibrant than it had been before, and in places where it had never been before. Bri's hat was practically phosphorescent. The moss on the trees was waving hello, reaching out to pull me in. I was green too, in that moment. I was part of the big green world.

It made sense, right then. I was all the same as everything else. I didn't even need to speak to know that I was being heard. We all got it. We were all in the green...

Until we walked into the red. I looked at Ace and he looked at me and we both knew something had changed, that we had entered a new terrain, where the rules of green no longer applied. We were in there together. We didn't stay for long, only travelled through.

The park was unbelievable brown. We laughed and laughed and laughed. It was supposed to be beautiful. Not even in our awe-stricken state could be discern an ounce of beauty. It was so ugly, so contrary to our expectations that there was no other reaction. Only the laughter. We bounced around the concrete plaza, in disbelief of the park and ourselves, until we orbited back to one another and decided to return to the yellow of our apartment, the space we had with each other.

On the way back, there was blue. A blue corridor that stretched on and on into a single point. The trash cans stood in for the sky which was bleak and gray and relentlessly cold. There were no clouds, only the impression of the atmosphere reflected on the cans in on the houses lining the blue alley, which we wandered down until we found our way home.

My friends are colorful and vibrant. Bri is green and Rachel is blue and Toby is also green, and Ace is red. You'd have to ask them about me, but as far as I can tell, I'm yellow. Like a yield sign. The color of caution. Of jaundice and disease. But it's the color of the stoic cow, and the paint on the wall when the sun is rising. There are two sides to every color.

I was back in the red after everyone else had left the colorspace. I shouldn't have tried to go there alone. I guess I didn't really try to go there alone, but I should have known I was toeing a treacherous line. I should have heeded my own caution, and Toby's caution, but I couldn't reckon with the impending gray. I had a terrible feeling that the color was draining from the world and I just wanted to keep it there for a little bit longer. I wanted the green again. But I got the red. Full force.

There are consequences to fear, and greed, the bitter side of green. I hit my head on the pavement and had a long, red, dream. I came up for air, lungs burning, and tried to convince everyone I wasn't on fire. I fell down again. Face on the concrete once more. It was cold afterwards, but while I was down there it was all heat. Searing red, while an epic saga burned a hole in my skull. There was one more moment of clarity, when my eyes were open and blue, or maybe black, and then I passed out on the stairs. The war was reaching a fever pitch, ringing and blaring and singing. I was living and dying. The dream seemed never to end, and in the crimson haze I felt all of it: The joy and the sadness and the orgasmic understanding. It's the greatest dream I've ever had and I remember none of it. All the details evaporated back into suffocating gray smoke even as I desperately struggled to remember them, moments after coming to.

The color was gone after that. After I broke something that can't so easily be put back together. Vibe killed, night over. And all of us were beige again, like the sacks of skin we're doomed to writhe in forever. At least that's how it felt in my terrible state. Like the rods in my eyes had all fallen out, and I was scrambling to fill in the blanks, to paint the room as it once had been. But the sun had set, and everyone was drained and tired. Bri was less green, and Rachel less blue, and Ace less red. There is an ebb and flow to the colorspace, to the energy that fills up the space between people, and between molecules. It cannot flow forever. It's simply not sustainable. After a certain point you are exhausted by the effort to understand.

Toby stayed with me because they had to, because I was coming down from a terrible vision and they live with me, and all we had anymore was each other, and a desperate will to communicate despite the walls that were and always have been between us. Walls of sinew and neurons and language. A confusing flurry of color that we are destined to interpret and reinterpret forever.

Today was a new day, and the sun rose again and painted the walls once more. I know that Bri is green, and Rachel is blue, and Ace is red. Toby is still green, too. Are they the same shade? Who knows. Probably not. As for me, I suppose I am what I have always been. A confused and distorted hue of something hard to articulate. Yellow, or maybe pink, or maybe it depends on who you ask. It's true that we all see color differently. Perhaps it's better to think of color in relative terms, rather than absolute. Everything is changing all the time, after all. If you ask me, I would just say that today I feel a little bluer than I was before.

[cottoncandiescupcakes]

Two years ago I did truffles or a type of shrooms in Amsterdam. These:

They are legal here. This is what happened for anyone curious to hear a shroom story by a normal person using I guess beginner or easy type shrooms. I am just a Dutch woman that was bored and going through stuff at the time and wanted to try shrooms after a day of shopping and eating in Amsterdam

at first I started feeling kind of lost walking to the train station. I walked into a lamp post, then I kind of felt normal and when I sat down to wait for the train, suddenly, I was wearing a crop top, my bare lower back against the cold back of the chair was the BEST FEELING OF ALL TIME. It wasn't sexual. It was like a cleaning your ear type feeling times 1000. Then, I started seeing all the colors very brightly. So like people wearing green, was bright neon green. Pink was hot pink. Yellow was like sunflowers. I went in the train. When the train drove by, I saw 1930's style cartoon faces in the windows, like Betty Boop style eyes, those like side eyes, then I got paranoid and thought a man sitting there, like his reflection in the window, was looking at me the whole time. Then I suddenly needed to pee, I randomly got out, went to a random cafe to pee, left, got completely lost trying to navigate the train station. A few times through the trip, I basically couldn't tell left from right so I would go the wrong way. When I was finally on the train I got so scared I started crying hysterically, I felt alone and lost and a man from Kenya, who said he was a refugee from Kenya, comforted me. Another man, a fellow Dutch, asked if I needed money. Then the man from Kenya offered me his phone number. I politely turned them both down. I then made my way home via bike and finally, when I sat down, I began seeing those what people think are stereotypical shroom things like colorful bright fractals. I could only lay down in bed. The next day I slept but still felt 'off' for like two or three days. I also ate all the sweets I had bought in one go, like a bag of chocolates, dunkin donuts etc

It was a very scary experience but also weirdly fun, if I ever do it again I'll do it at home

[ocean-witch-wild]

Took a much needed little mushroom trip. I am grateful for so many peaceful places close by to go and find myself again, over and over

[ugw-dead]

Gonna do 7g of 🍄 at the anime convention today.

[angelcumgirlofficial]

update 2

ayyy i jus tripped on shrooms the other night it was dope first time getting actual good visuals then i knocked out not long after. still usin fetty. got sum cold shots for tn im broke af now im going to see jazmin bean in montreal at the end of september and im gonna meet her im so excited lol love u guys i missed tumblr sm <3

[selfiesforalgernon]

Like most things, I know I'm late but I just watched Midsommar and it's beautiful in every way.. the shots, the shroom trip depictions, the pagan themes and traditions, the runecraft and spellwork, I feel like even though it's noted as a good movie... the majority of people will never truly understand just how well Ari Aster fucking nailed this movie. If you're a fan of the original 1973 Wickerman, then Midsommar is exactly what the remake should've looked like.. If you have any interest in the Northern Way, paganism (not for the sacrifices, but for the philosophy and the little details they put in), cinematic art of every frame being a painting, realistic depictions of shroom trips, watch this movie. Watch it immediately, and go back and watch it again, I already plan to

[xxzapvanityxx]

my shroom experience.. captured

[benzodolli3]

[taurusvenusprincess]

took some shrooms and I am on another fucking planet

[moonflowerxox]

I wanted to share this painting I made a few weeks ago! It took 7 hours, acrylic on wood panel

[starhaze]

Th3 G0d3ss

*inspired by Goddess like figures I saw on a shroom trip 🍄🌈*

[johnnyripped]

[sapphedelic]

𓆩♡𓆪

The Mask by Rozzi Roomiar