I wanna go on a roadtrip someday. Alone or with someone I love. I wanna get away. Explore places. Sleep in the car. Stop a lot just to admire the view. Visit museums and try out coffee shops. Listen to my favorite albums while driving. Have a polaroid camera. Take pretty pictures of the sunrise. Take pictures of myself. Run through a forest. Chase fog. Chase the sun. Spend hours on a field making flower crowns. Feel the wind in my hair. Buy souvenirs. Meet people. Take time to observe. I wanna make memories. I wanna feel alive.

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For me and my friends, these drugs (pot, acid, and other ‘entheogens’) were seen as tools —- tools to enhance awareness, to expand our horizons, to access other levels of mind, to manifest the numinous and sacred, tools that had been in use for thousands of years by shamans, by oracles, in the ancient mystery schools, by all whose mission was to penetrate beyond the veil of illusion. In short, these experiences were not embarked upon as an escape from ‘reality’ —- they were explorations into the super-real, voyages designed to bring a larger sense of reality back into human consciousness, which had become irredeemably bogged down in the material world.

Phil Lesh

Expert from Searching For The Sound 

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paulslabyrinth:

life lessons man!

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I was dying to
hear
someone say

That I didn’t need
to try so hard to be perfect,
That i was enough
and
it was okay.

(kuffr)

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haemus:

U kno what’s the best weed …..it’s when I’m weed u

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memory lane is a bitch of a place

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