For a long time I've been wanting to try codeine, but it is very hard to get your hands on in my region. Recently however I've stumbled upon pills with interesting ingredients in it: paracetamol - 300 mg, metamizole sodium - 150 mg, caffeine - 50 mg, phenobarbital - 15 mg, codeine phosphate hemihydrate - 10.00 mg. I am not concerned about paracetamol, because I am aware of cwe and have had experience with it, on the other hand, the thing that actually makes me a bit hesitant is metamizole. According to Wikipedia metamizole sodium is highly soluble in water, so what I'm wondering is if the whole thing is even worth it? maybe there's another method of extraction that I'm unaware about that could get rid of this analgesic?

Hey so last week some friends and I got together and ended up doing a little 4 day bender with ket coke and nangs.

I only did ket and nangs but I was constantly on the nangs pretty much from when I woke up to when I went to sleep, with bumps of ket in between.

Now it's been a week and I still feel kinda brain dead, like almost spaced out and a little bit dizzy if I shift my eyes too fast. And for a while my lungs felt heavy when I breathed out like I couldn't get enough air or something.

Just wondering if that's probably the nangs, the ket or a combo of both. Have I killed brain cells or something? How long will I feel slightly brain-dead because I have someone's birthday coming up and I don't wanna feel out of it. I tired drinking a little yesterday and I just kinda felt restless and anxious so maybe it is just my anxiety making me feel like this. I'm not sure honestly.

Anyone experienced this?

I'm also on Fluoxetine and Risperidone if that makes any difference.

Rehab reality and tips(AMA)

Before you enter rehab you will be told there’s a pool, horses and loads of other stuff which makes it look like a vacation(at least the privates ones) Reality of rehab is u spend 60% of the time either in groups sharing stories/ emotions or whatever the theme is, doing stupid(imo) stuff like meditation,yoga or activities like theatre role play, doing assigned work by your therapist and just waiting for it to stop. The other 10% is cleaning. Eventually u will have time to listen to music obviously on an mp3(never phone) and having fun socializing(ping pong,gym,football etc). They will tell u that ur allowed to speak every day or at least most of the days with ur parents however they max it out at 10/20mins with people around stressed waiting for it to end so it’s their turn. Punishments: yes they can take ur phone calls and coffee if you’re caught doing something against the rules. The duration depends on how severe it was like having sex/bringing drugs against something like refused to participate in an activity. Day to day during the week: 7:00 wake up and shower/smoke 7:30-8:00 get medication and cigarettes 8:00 breakfast and socialize 9am cleaning or doing assigned task 10am-13am either activity or group session(obviously with smoke breaks) 13-15 lunch/listen music and socialuze(if ur not on kitchen duty) 15-18 lecture or movie and work assigned 18-24 free time and dinner (including phone calls and gym, ping pong and maybe pool)

However as you advance you will eventually go to 2 hour na meetings 2/3 times a week so goodbye free time, you’re work will be harder as in consuming more time(most of the work is for children) only reason it takes time is the quantity they expect from you. During the week you will be called randomly to speak to your therapist 1 on 1 for like one hour. The psychiatrist you might also speak if you request way before he goes there(which rarely happens)

Depending on the centers rules they can limit you. For example I’ve been in one where you could only smoke a pack a day in contrast with another that you got the keys to you’re locker and as long as you’re parents mail it or give them money you can store it and smoke as you wish. Some centers allow you to share things like tobacco food clothes etc others just don’t and you’ll get in trouble if you insist on trying.

Some people are nice others not so much like everywhere. You might make a friend for like the same way you’ll find a guy constantly trash talking you to other people. From my experience as long as you’re not the arrogant guy who looks down on people you will get along fine.

Public vs private: been 6months in public and the conditions were trash. Constantly out of hot water, clothes stolen, no luxury and you will some days work a lot, for example everyday you are either in lunch on dinner shift to clean kitchen which takes 1hour average as it’s a group of 10-12 cleaning for 50-60. Every morning you get assigned a task like cleaning a room, corridor whatever which takes on average 15/20mins. You are forced to work in the kitchen at least 2 meals a week which consumes around 2/3 hours. Same goes for breakfast. Overall I would choose public over private as you push yourself with harsh punishments like a month no phone no coffee and you see the reality as most of the people there are former homeless/prostitutes. Even though it might scare you when you arrive as long as you’re a cool humble dude you will make friends for life.

The private center however you will meet a lot of rich assholes(not everyone) that are only there because there wife said she would leave them or because parents/guardians won’t keep paying for their extravagant lifestyle. Private centers here in Portugal cost around 4000 a month however there are hidden fees such as the first month u pay around 250 for “literacy” basically books you get anywhere way cheaper about addiction/12 steps and a lot of god stuff or as they say the superior entity that will hide us. Also if you are a heavy smoker(like I was) smoking 2 packs a day will cost you 400 euros a month then every time u go to the psychiatrist expect another 120-150 fee for a brief 15mins of altering medication and obviously you pay for the medication. The coffee obviously isn’t free same goes for every time they take you by bus either to a meeting or the beach for example. Then everyone is expected to donate food as there is a community kitchen so that’s gonna cost your family another 50 euros weekly. Yes 50 euros between 30-35 people seems like a lot but some people drink crazy amounts of soda, coffee, ice cream understandably as theirs a lot of free time or breaks between activities. You can have visits on Sundays which means your parents who are probably far away are spending another 100 euros on traveling. If you are conservative expect to spend 4700-800 monthly. The first big difference between private and public is comfort(rooms are great, pool, gym, weekends in the beach, sauna, and fancy activities. The second are the activities, yeah you’re not going to have many group talks it’s a lot and i mean a lot of team building, meditation, yoga, volleyball. I would say that the best center I was in we would spend at least 3 hours a day doing some sport or yoga. Everything is compulsory and not to keep the rant but it’s quite annoying when you’re getting a bad nights sleep and 2 hours after everyone’s awake you’re having a 3 hour non stop yoga class. To conclude I believe most people should go for a public system provided by the state even if you can afford the private one as:

1. public you face a harsh reality which toughens you.

2)public you do actual physical work and understand that the same ex homeless guy and the spoiled kid both clean toilets. 3)you have a higher chance of making legit friends in public. 4) public gives you harsh punishments so you either deal with it or try fight the system and keep losing. 5) chances of getting rehabilitated or at least for a while are higher so it’s better to save you’re 15k(3 months). 6) public system is realistic they tell you the truth that you actually need 6months to a year to have a fighting chance while in private they give you the 3 month treatment so you’re back there next year(a lot of cases)

I wrote this post not only to “expose” the rehab industry but also to show you how the day to day is without the bullshit dreamland you’re doctor told you to get his cut from sending you there and after treatment follow you for months or years. I hope this helps people chose what they believe is best for them. If you’re addicted and believe you need this then do it I’m not discouraging anyone, I simply believe people should be informed of what they will go through.

Source: 6 months rehab public, 3 months in private, 1 month in another and countless rehabs(which I can also talk about if you’re interested. Ask me questions if you’re interested or not and sorry for the fast typing I’m currently drunk deciding if I should go through it again.

Hey guys, I really need you help. I am spiralling into anxiety deeper and deeper, because I think I might lose my job.

So, to make a long story short , I took for the second time speed(amphetamine), had a rave coming up, decided to give it another shot. So I started to snort speed since 11PM with a redose at 12:30 AM( both 50mg), then I went to my friends, we did 2 rails of coke, and went to the rave.

From what I understand, speed is supposed to make you more sociable, more focused, well it did the exact opposite for me. Could it be a bad batch or my dosage was too low?

Anyway, at the rave I do 1 more line of coke and 4 more of speed, in the span of 5 hours. So, I got home at around 9 Am, and redosed 3 more times till 3P.M, because it had me sleepy.

Its fucking 12am right now and I am still not able to sleep. I still have enough speed to get me through the next day, or to leave it for work, which is on Monday. And no, skipping is not an option. What should, and what did I do wrong?

Fuck man, so, I need some advice. I have tried amphetamine for the second time yesterday night. The first trip was good, but the comedowns were awful( I didn’t remember till I felt them again).

Now, a friend found a bag of Amphetamine 0,5gs, and sold it to me for really cheap, and there was a rave coming up, fuck it, why not? So I get home from work at around 23:00, I do my first line, 80mg, I feel amazing, I call everyone, and then boom, I feel dumb, I cannot even put two words together, but it’s manageable, I forced my way through it. In the meantime my friend comes, we try to talk, and I decide to redose, 1 hour later. After that we go to his house, and we do two rails of coke each.

And guess what, we are both fucked, unable to form a thought into a sentence, but we still go to the rave. There in the span of 5 hours, I redosed 4 times, with 100mg each. Oh yes and another line of coke.

I got home at around 8A.M., and I redosed 3 more times, till 3P.M. Now I it’s almost midnight, and I cannot fall asleep ( Which was already hard for me due to my adhd ) What did I do wrong and how to fall asleep guys? I am already on the edge at work, I cannot skip one more day.

Ok so I bought mdma from the dark web a while ago, and when I got it there was a note inside that said to contact them on telegram. I did and he wanted me to sell mdma for him in the US kept asking how much I could pay him for each gram and long story short he sent me 100 grams of mdma for free, even paid for tracked shipping. This was months ago and I haven't heard a word from him. And its good stuff so thats what has me confused.... did I get free drugs from a stranger or am I getting scammed in some way? Honestly dumbfounded at the whole situation.

Ok so I bought mdma from the dark web a while ago, and when I got it there was a note inside that said to contact them on telegram. I did and he wanted me to sell mdma for him in the US kept asking how much I could pay him for each gram and long story short he sent me 100 grams of mdma for free, even paid for tracked shipping. This was months ago and I haven't heard a word from him. And its good stuff so thats what has me confused.... did I get free drugs from a stranger or am I getting scammed in some way? Honestly dumbfounded at the whole situation.

About to take some vyvanse 2-3(70mg) weed (1g) and benzos (3)

I need to take benzos if I smoke weed or else I'll go to a panic attack or just feel horrible

Also want to try boosting the vyvanse and just trying to experiment with different combinations :Dd

Do these just counterract eachother or just death?

Also weed + mdma + vyvanse combo? Works or not?

Its so fucking great I dont know how.It changes my mood instantly and unlike xanax it makes me so energetic.Its the only drug I see myself getting addicted to.

I understand why xanax is so good, Every bit of your anxiety is gone i took 4mg i was having anger or giving people angry expressions when they wherre talking past then it knocks you out hours later it doesnt so much make me as tired, But other then anxiety going away i dont understand why its so addictive personally i feel like if i had weed id use it way more then xanax i really dont see whats so good about it

Last month, I decided to make the decision to try meth. I mostly did coke. But got bored of it. Figured I would try meth once. I only knew of it because of the band Korn. When I bought it and snorted it, I felt fine in the beginning. Just an intense high. But nothing too crazy. I then tried to get rid of it cause I didn’t really like it. When my parents left the house and were out for a while. I decided to walk over about 4 miles to the place where I left the bag. When I got to the place I left it, I snorted a lot more than I wanted to. I teared up and started heading back home. I walked through this desert for a while, I live in Albuquerque New Mexico, and as it slowly started to creep up on me. The first bad sign was when I sat under a tree and saw what I thought was a person sitting next to me crouching. I started talking to it because I thought it was a real person. I got scared because I’d look away and when I’d look back parts of the person would be missing. Arm then head then next thing I know there wasn’t anyone there at all. I thought it was a skinwalker possibly so I got scared. Started walking down a road with neighborhoods next to it. Then I walked into one of them cause I was scared cops were looking for me. As I entered I saw hundreds of people sitting and standing in their front lawns in white clothes. All staring at me, in my head I believed this was an Illuminati thing, I started thinking I was Justin Bieber and that one of my old friends was diddy and maybe I had made up a world in my head to escape it. I looked in my hand and a little white pyramid and another black little artifact was there, then after that I hit the ground and started hitting my head on the concrete I heard God speak to me and he was disappointed in what I had done. I felt it if I split my head open I’d be forgiven. I’d hear a car get closer to me as if it was running me over every time I’d stop hitting my head. Then I started saying things about the 7 deadly sins. I thought I was awakening the second coming of Christ, and after a while it felt like I was being born again as a baby, paramedics showed up. I was rapping to them and they would seem to move in reverse every time I rapped a specific way. It was laced with fentynal. It was my first time ever doing meth. It wasn’t like I had been up for days and haven’t slept or eaten. It just happened. I even at one point was running and hearing people cheering for me and another felt like I was in a video game trying to dodge zombies literally pulling and tugging me. I felt things grab me these dark silhouettes. I am now completely drug free. I don’t want go back to that ever again. But I don’t know how my brain could’ve made all of what happened seem so real. Any thoughts ?

Don't take me wrong it's not like i wanna die, it's just that I've put my body and organism under THE worst condition that it seems I'm meant to live or what.

Ps: I'm home w folks next room. I'm starting puking (gross ik) and I'm afraid to get caught lol. Plus my head it's running beyond a marathon.

Anyone for a chat. 21M

Hey everyone,

I want to share my experience with LSD that ended up becoming an ego death, something I never anticipated when I started the trip. It the most intense, terrifying, and surreal experiences I’ve ever been through. I'm sharing this as a cautionary tale for anyone who's curious about psychedelics and wants to explore their effects.

So, I 21m started the night with a few friends—my girlfriend 19f, a buddy 20m, and his girlfriend 20f—all of us in good spirits and relaxed in my living room. I felt prepared and in control, so I decided to take half a tab. The effects kicked in gradually, bringing that usual warmth and depth that LSD is known for. My mind began to expand, and I felt more connected to the music and the people around me. But when I took the second half, that initial comfort quickly started slipping away.

I could feel something darker creeping in around the edges of my thoughts. I kept catching myself feeling worried, and every time I tried to shake it off, the feeling only intensified. My mouth felt heavy, like the corners were being pulled down, and I struggled to even smile. The music, once vibrant, began sounding distorted, off-tune, as if someone had twisted the notes into something darker. I started hearing faint whispers—unintelligible but eerily persistent—as if something hidden was trying to communicate with me.

Then it happened. The bad trip hit me like a storm.

Everything around me twisted into a nightmare version of reality. My friends' faces, once familiar and safe, morphed into horrific, almost grotesque masks of terror and pity. Their expressions mirrored the panic welling up inside me, as though they could see straight into my soul, and what they saw frightened them. My lips felt as if they were locked in a grimace, unwilling to smile or speak. And the whispers… they grew louder, filling my head with gibberish that only heightened my fear.

Desperate, I tried to focus on something positive. I spoke about the beauty of the birds, the warmth of the sun, the music that once comforted me. And for a fleeting moment, it worked. The colors around me bloomed back to life, and I felt myself lifting from my slouched position. My girlfriend’s touch felt warm, her words grounding me, and I clung to that moment as if it were my lifeline. But just as quickly, the darkness crashed back in. Colors faded, the world lost its vibrancy, and everything around me grew moldy, decayed. Watching 4K nature videos, the trees turned into twisted, skeletal versions of themselves, and any attempt to hold on to positivity slipped through my fingers like sand.

It became a relentless cycle of hope and despair. Every time I tried to speak of something good, I'd see my friend mirroring me, his face lighting up with the same flash of hope, as if he too believed we could escape this. But each time, the light would vanish, plunging both of us back into our shared terror. I felt guilty, as if I were somehow dragging him down with me, trapping us both in this hellish loop of fear and hopelessness.

Then, something inside me snapped. I felt like the HUD of my own mind—the indicators that tell me I’m alive—just disappeared. It was as if my sense of self shattered in an instant. I jumped up in panic, clutching my chest. I couldn’t feel my heartbeat, couldn’t breathe. My eyes felt frozen open, unable to blink, as if I were trapped in a frozen, breathless moment. My friends looked at me with concern, their faces shifting between fear and confusion, but I couldn’t hear them or reach out for help.

The silence was deafening, pierced only by a low hum that filled the room, vibrating through me with an almost primal intensity. Muffled sounds swirled around, incomprehensible and distant, but they seemed to hold some hidden meaning just beyond my grasp. It felt as though the universe itself was whispering, telling me something horrifying that I couldn’t quite understand.

Panic took hold of me again as my heart seemed to grow heavier, like a stone in my chest pulling me toward the ground. I was convinced I was dying. I paced frantically around the room, grasping at my chest, hoping that movement might somehow stave off the end. The words of my friend from earlier—joking about the "bitter" taste and how it could kill us—kept echoing in my mind, twisting into a grim prophecy. I reached out to my girlfriend, desperate for some kind of connection, some kind of human contact to remind me that I was still alive. But her face was a mask of indifference, her eyes staring back at me with a blank, emotionless expression. I tried to speak, to tell them what was happening, but my mouth wouldn’t cooperate. They just watched me, silent and unmoving, as if they were part of this nightmare too.

This went on and on, the minutes stretching into hours until it felt as if I’d been pacing that small room for days, maybe even weeks. Every step was filled with dread, each turn punctuated by a new surge of terror. I would pause, searching for some sign of hope, some indication that my fate was not yet sealed.

At times, I felt myself giving in, sinking to the floor in defeat. My body felt frail, The inevitability of death seemed to weigh down on me like a heavy burden, dragging me towards the cold, hard floor. I sank to my knees, ready to give in to the end that awaited me, but as my body touched the ground, I saw the skin on my hand start to shrivel and wrinkle, becoming dry and withered like the leaves of an ancient tree. Dirt began to accumulate on my arm, as if the grave was already claiming me as its own. My stomach seemed to shrink, as if my life force was draining away before my eyes. But every time I hit that low, I found the strength to stand up again, clinging to some faint glimmer of survival. I resumed my pacing, like a prisoner in a cage of my own making. The room seemed to grow smaller, the walls closing in around me, as if the universe itself were trying to suffocate me.

Finally, I gave in completely. I lay down on the floor, feeling my body fade away as the world dissolved around me. In that last moment, as I prepared to slip into oblivion, I saw my girlfriend by my side, her face filled with warmth and love. She spoke softly, her voice like a lullaby: “Just let it happen.” Her words washed over me, calming my mind.

I remember looking into her eyes, desperate to tell her how much I wanted to live, how much I feared dying in this moment. I tried to speak, but every time I opened my mouth to express my fear or plead for my life, her face twisted. Her gaze would harden, turning cold and distant, tinged with what looked like disappointment—or maybe even disgust. I couldn’t understand why she looked at me that way. It was like I’d become something she pitied or, worse, resented. The room felt oppressive, as if her silent judgment weighed down on me, pressing on my chest. I began to feel as though I was being confronted by every regret, every mistake, every unspoken guilt I’d buried within myself. I wondered if this was some form of cosmic punishment, a reckoning I’d unknowingly called down on myself. Her face became a mirror, reflecting all the shame and sins I’d tried to forget. I felt laid bare, stripped of any dignity or goodness I’d once thought I had. In that moment, I couldn’t tell if it was truly her or if I was seeing my own fears and failings projected onto her.

As I started to accept my fate, something strange began to happen.

The world became a dizzying latticework of honeycomb shapes, a profound sense of déjà vu or nostalgia washed over me. It was as if I had been transported back to the very beginning of my life or existence itself. I felt a strange sense of nostalgia, as if I were returning to a place that I had known in another lifetime, a place that was both familiar and utterly alien. In that moment, the most terrifying part was that due to the familiar scene, I knew with terrible certainty that my death was imminent.

Patterns—lines, shapes, and symbols—began to intersect and weave together. Best way to describe it would be 2 pixels starting from diagonal edges of a screen circling oppositely towards the center. Each time they passed one another, unlocked a cascade of memories. Flashes of my room, moments from my past, fragments of laughter, sorrow, and choices all danced around me, spiraling in a vivid tapestry of consciousness.

It was as if my entire life was being deconstructed, laid bare before me in all its complexity and beauty. The patterns grew more intricate as they crossed, intertwining and pulling me deeper into their flow. To add, with each crossing, every time the patterns intersected, there she was. Her face, unchanged, appeared in the swirling chaos of my thoughts. And every time I spoke about wanting to live, to escape this cycle, her expression shifted. It wasn’t the warmth I longed for; instead, there was a subtle, unmistakable hint of disgust, a silent rejection of my plea. It wasn’t anger—no, it was worse. It was disappointment. Something deeper.

Something that felt like it was tied to my sins, my regrets, the weight of guilt I carried with me. Each time the lines crossed, she reappeared, and I felt myself withering under her gaze. Every conversation flowed naturally, except for those moments when I dared to speak of life, of survival. Then, it was as if time stopped for just a second, and she looked at me, her eyes heavy with something I couldn’t grasp but feared deeply. It was as if I had betrayed something—betrayed her, betrayed the very essence of what I was.

The loops continued, and with them, I grew more and more entangled. Each loop seemed longer than the last, stretching on like an eternity. The time between meetings with her felt like a thousand years, each encounter dragging me deeper into a vortex of frustration, confusion, and self-doubt. I couldn’t escape it. It felt like I was constantly moving through infinite versions of my life, my choices, and every moment that had led me to this place of endless repetition.

As the patterns became simpler, more direct, less dense, the loops seemed to drag on longer, as if I was trapped in an infinite moment. The intersections slowed, but with each, I found myself further lost. It was like the very fabric of reality was unraveling, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but that final moment.

The last eternal lap stretched out, and when it came to an end, I found myself in the center of it. I had no body, no shape, no form. Neither did she. We were nothing but presence, floating in a void that had no stars, no space, no reference. I was weightless, lost, suspended in a place where time didn’t matter.

And then, in that silence, she spoke, her voice cutting through the vast nothingness: "Do you want to start again?" I was speechless. The question hit me like a tidal wave, drowning me in its weight. I didn’t know what to say. I could feel the gravity of her gaze, even in this formless place. It was the same disappointment in her eyes, the same air of rejection when I couldn’t answer. It was as if the very act of not answering would mean the end of me—of my soul. I felt like if I didn’t say "yes," I would simply vanish into the nothingness. So, I did. I said "yes." And her reaction? Ecstasy. It was as if I had given her exactly what she wanted, and in that moment, everything shifted.

The universe around us started to move backward, the patterns that had once unravelled now began to reconnect, folding back into their original forms.

And as I watched, it became clear. We were the architects. Our souls were the authors of this reality, of every choice, every pattern, every moment. The entire universe—its creation, its destruction, its cycles—was built upon the decisions we made. But just as quickly as the realization came, it left me in confusion. Was I going to be reborn? Would I start a new life again, a new cycle, or was I still trapped in this loop, forever destined to repeat it all?

The world around me seemed to reform, like a dream that was slowly returning to clarity. Time and space reshaped themselves, and I was no longer alone. Mankind returned, and I watched kingdoms rise and fall, civilizations growing and collapsing. My life, too, began to form again. I saw myself grow up as a girl, living in a household, experiencing everything once more from a different perspective. The loops kept going, back and forth, as if everything was eternally cycling, never truly stopping.

And then, after what felt like an eternity, I was back. Laying on that dirt pile in the middle of the dark room, with only the faint flicker of a candle casting shadows around us. My girlfriend lay down beside me.

There it was—the weak, frail beat of my heart, I felt it, the sensation of sinking back into my body, slowly regaining the feeling of being alive. I could hear it, feel it, even taste it as I began to breathe again. I was alive. But fear gripped me. I didn’t want to move. I was terrified that if I did, the heartbeat might stop. That this fragile existence would vanish. Then, something clicked. I remembered what had happened last time. I had stopped, given up, and had gone nowhere. This time, I had to do something different. “I don’t have much time,” I whispered to her. “You need to call an ambulance.” Fearing for my heart. She looked at me with a soft, calming expression. “Calm down. Are you back this time?” she asked, offering me water. The cool liquid hit my throat, and I felt something—anything—start to return to normal. The fog of the trip began to clear. I was in my body again, still alive.

The trip had come to an end.

It’s been a month now, and I still think about that experience every single day. I still don’t know how much of it was real and how much of it was my mind creating something to cope with what happened. But I know that, whatever it was, it changed me. The memories, the vividness, the emotions—it all feels so real. And it terrifies me, because I never thought my mind could create something like that.

Ever since my acid guy ran dry I haven't been able to find anything besides shrooms and it's just been a thought in the back of my head

Of course i would not smoke the day of the appointment, but would i still have to tell them if i used the day before or within the last few days before the appointment? its not a big deal if i have to tell them, i’d just rather not if i dont have to.

I couldn’t find a clear answer on duckduckgo, it just said to not get high before your appointment, not how long specifically to stop before an appointment so that you wouldn’t have to tell them

how long before a dentist appointment should i stop smoking weed to ensure no risk of complications?

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I will be probably tripping balls on coming Monday. And I’m planning to watch Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I started it last time I was tripping on acid but it was near come down and I was fucking loving this movie so I wanted to save it for another time when I’m tripping balls.

So I wanted to ask if anyone else also wanna join. You may take acid, shrooms, MAL, whatever just trip balls. I felt like watching that movie without tripping is like watching a 3D movie without glasses . Hahah 😂

We can do watch party guys if anyone down n wanna make it happen please let me know. Thank you for reading, Peace ✌️ love ❤️

Basically the euphoria from the dills is gone and you just nodd in the ambien dimension, i look fucking retarded but i can type pretty good.. i dosed 24mg of dilaudid and 5mg ambien, then i took another 6mg of hydro.. I gotta mention my short therm memory is absolutely gonw and i nod every 20 seconds so its pretty hard to wrote this all, its not that bad by any means but they are way better on their own so overall a good 5.5-6/10 would not do it again thanks for the reading😘

I was 17 and took fake mdma pills pressed with meth. The shit I saw during meth pshycosis frl scared tf out me. Me and my friend which wasn't on nothing where just sitting down he was on the bed and I was on the pc desk, which was facing the window where u can see the Neighbors house. And I start seeing somthing in the blinds of the windows and it's like a hand just peeking thru the blinds pointing at my friend cause he had a 12 gauge on the bed and idk how or why I knew what the hand was thinking so I tell my friend that's sober there's somone at the window that wants your gun. And my friend just starts to laugh cause ofc he's sober so he's just like "bro your fired ain't shit happening" then I look to the window where u can see the neighbors and there front porch light is flashing on and off right when I look. That's when I knew somthing bad was about to happen and I tell my friend "BRO THE NEIGHBORS ABOUT TO COME ROB US IF THEY WANT THE GUN JUST GIVE IT TO THEM CAUSE I DONT WANT TO DIE". Then my friend tells me "bro ain't no one about to come rob us and your stupid if u think imma give someone my gun". I start to take all the shit out my pocket which was just a Kroger bag and a TCL phone. Then i start to feel like somones in the house and I'm sensing like there about to kick the door down so I get up and start talking loudly saying "imma walk out this room cause I don't wanna die and I don't got nothing on me so please don't kill me". When I opened the door all the lights are turned off and I see the dude in the dark bathroom with his mask on just letting me walk past so then I run outside and hide behind my friends mom's car when outta no where I here ah loud bang!! I start screaming thinking my friend just got killed and there was a person smoking in the car that even saw me screaming. And outta no where my friend comes out the side door with his gun and told me "wtf u doing bruh" I told him while shaking "I thought dude popped u bro" and my friend told me "bro what?? Calm tf down bruh go get in the shower" cause I had stinked. Then I walk into his room cause he was giving me a towel and then I look where the pc was. There was blood and shit all over the floor and gaming chair and I accidentally stepped on the dudes blood and my friend says "here bruh put your cloths in the bag so I can wash it" I'm thinking it's cause he doesn't want the cops to kno. So then I get into the shower and I didn't even want to cause there's a window in the shower with a curtin, but I felt like they wanted to shoot the house up so I was literally shaking and didn't even wash myself or take a full shower and while I was in the shower I yelled at my friend to come and see what there where cats looking at me from the top right corner of the window and my friend was like "bro your tweaking tf out take a shower and lay down". Then for 2 more days I saw hella more shit that mentally had mest me up I wouldn't want my worst enemy to expirerince that shit if yall want me to continue the rest of the story just lmk thanks for letting me share my story hope yall read it. INCASE I DIDINT MENTION IT EVERY THING I SAW WAS IN MY HEAD DONT DO METH!!!!!!

Hi all. I am chilling after a festival and still going strong. I am smoking a j to sleep better. Do you recomend some good visuals to watch en trip on. I am watching the deep ocean videos from natural world facts(defently recomenden). But we have watched 6 times now and i am looking for something new. Thank you for commenting

I get awful nausea half the time with powdered kratom, I’ve been recommended extract or straight 7-hydroxymitragynine , Anyone know a uk vendor for kratom extract vendor in the uk or that can ship to uk ?

Also would coke or adderall be safer by itself or with xanax? People also have told me that alcohol makes it less burdensome on the heart but wasn't sure if that's true. I've been getting mixed messages from friends

Hey everyone, super quick question. I’m in Mexico rn but I live in the United States and will be headed back in a few days. I decided to buy 30x 300mg pills of gabapentin at a Mexican pharmacy simply bc my PCP and my psychiatrist both quit their respective practices and I decided it would be easier and cheaper to get this drug for my anxiety while I’m in Mexico. My question is, when I fly back to the U.S., do I have to “declare” that it’s in my bag at customs? If I don’t do that, what are the chances of fine or other legal consequences? I chose to go with gabapentin since it’s not a controlled substance so I feel like it would be in the “safe zone” compared to flying back with like opioids or benzos from Mexico which I know ppl that have done that. I just want to know if I’m legally obligated to declare that I’m bringing in the medication at customs when I fly back on Wednesday.

Idk if it’s the drugs but I wish I can see my best friend I wish she was a guy because I feel like she’s the only one who actually gets me why would she like someone like me?!? I’m not gay for her but sometimes I feel like I am but I’m not I haven’t seen her in so long but I NEED to see her she told me she misses me just as much as I miss her we’re basically the same in a horrifyingly amazing way drugs are the worst maybe the shrooms aren’t helping

I recently began taking GHB while trying to be very mindful of most harm reduction practices.

I take GHB alone so it is particularly important that I do not G-out.

The liquid I have is salty and viscous, but unknown concentration. I started with 1ml to be safe and slowly increased dosage each time. Only trying a maximim of 2x per week.

It wasn't until 3.5ml I experienced mild effects. Yesterday I tried 3.75ml and finally experienced pronounced effects. The main effects were:

• relaxation
• light-headed
• mild euphoria (like 6 out of 10?)

I wouldn't say it was overwhelming, but effects were quite strong at the peak about 50 minutes after dosing.

My question is.... am I safe to take 4ml? I would like to experience the full effects and euphoria associated with a recreational dose, but I'm also trying to be cautious not to take too much and become nauseous or pass out. Is it realistic to expect 8-9 out of 10 euphoria if I get the dosing right?

Appreciate any advice from experienced users.

So to make this short and sweet, I was addicted to coke and was clean for about two and a half months and did absolutely nothing for my sobriety. Unfortunately i also struggled with fentanyl for over a year and again, I struggled with cocaine addiction for about 5 months. Looking at it now, in my opinion I think trying to get clean and stay clean off fentanyl is so much harder than cocaine. With all that being said, does anyone feel that way? I just noticed that coke is so incredibly addictive WHILE using the substance. I would do a line and think two hours have passed and in reality it’s been 5 mins and I’m already railing another line. Can anyone back me up on this about it being so addictive while using or do I just really have a problem looooool

Right now I don’t have a plan to do it but I wanna know how it feels. One of my friend tried it and had absolutely horrible experience. He said he felt dying and sick. I think he took too much so I wanna know what happens when you successfully get high on dxm

so, i’ve taken oxy 25mg (oct 26) 10mg (oct 27) then 10mg (oct 31) 10mg (nov 3) 20mg (nov 6), can i take it tonight??? probably 20mg, though the last 2 times i’ve done it were oxycontin and for some reason had less effect/took way longer to kick in. more of the latter. want to be safe with it my rule is no more than 2 days in a row but still don’t want to keep doing it multiple times a week. going thru something n using oxy as a way to medicate

Idk what this is I just want to know if anyone here has tried weed or alcohol or coke or whatever in their teens and never got off and lived normal lives lived normally and not gone full blown addict I don’t think it’s possible for me cuz I’m too obvious when I’m on something I’m too affectionate it’s not my fault everyone’s so damn lovely I think the world needs more love especially now I don’t think I’ll ever give this feeling up

I think the dog licked drugs (metaphedrone)

I think the dog licked some 3mmc/metaphedrone

So I am dogsitting a small 8kg / 17,5 pound dog. When I went to the bathroom I came back and saw my roommates door slightly open. He has a sliding door but it happens more often its not completely closed.

When I came inside the room I saw a back of 3mmc on the floor with some spillage next to it. The dog wasn't standing in the room but now I'm just afraid that he licked it. I'm not sure if he did. But the back isn't full, but that can be true. But I don't know how much had been taken before it fell on the ground. But I thought to myself. If he found it . It would probably look like wet or all gone? This happened 2,5 hours ago.

But im stressing. I called the emergency dog centre. They told me if I want to be sure I can come , but it will cost 300 euros. And the problem is I can't come cause I have no car and drank some beers.

Now the lady on the phone said to keep an eye on the dog for symptoms. But everything he does now scares me. Idk what to do now.

Im trying to be calm. Started to chill on the bed. Or at least..make it look like im chill. Hes been sleeping on the bed for some time now. But every sigh or movement freaks me out.

I was unable to find information on this with basic searches or Psychonaut Wiki

how fast does fent kick in?, and what does it feel like? i stupidly took untested xans