For quite some time, I’ve been curious about the effects of magic mushrooms, the more natural option for hallucinogenic drug experimentation. Continue reading “Love & Other (Psychedelic) Drugs”
Last week in a bout of momentary sadness and frustration, I called my mom and told her that no matter how hard I tried I wasn’t able to write anything. She asked me, “why don’t you write about him?” Continue reading “This Boy”
It’s no secret that I love love. My main goal in life, if I were only able to achieve one thing, would without a doubt be to fall in love. And while I know that such a thing may be unrealistic, I’d prefer to continue living in the dreamy bliss of it’s possibility. Not to suggest that this is a bad thing. I think that feeling as deeply as I do is a gift where it’s applicable, and only really a curse when I allow it to get in the way of living my life. When meeting new people for instance, I can, should I allow it to, let love blur the experience of building a relationship.