Reblogged from woodwose-radio
One at a time.
"People are just people, they shouldn't make you nervous. The world is everlasting. It's coming, and it's going."
This had nothing to do with smoking weed or getting high. This is about our earth. This is about our future. This is about the future of our race as humans.
I am all for hemp. Hemp is the cure for so many things wrong in this world. Hemp can make such a difference!
kitsunebaba, look what appeared on my dash :D
IT USES 5 TIMES LESS WATER THAN COTTON
AND PRODUCES LIKE 10 TIMES MORE
AND IT HAS TWO SEASONS IN ONE YEAR AND IT IS STRONGER
WHEN YOU MAKE IT INTO PAPER IT DOESN’T YELLOW
YOU CAN MAKE FREAKING CONCRETE OUT OF IT THAT GETS HARDER OVER TIME AND BREATHES SO IT DOESN’T CRACK
THE OIL IS SUPER GOOD FOR YOU
IT WAS THE ORIGINAL FUEL FOR CARS
YOU CANNOT GET HIGH FROM IT!!!!
THEY USED TO MAKE SAILS OUT OF IT
YOU CAN USE 80% OF IT FOR PAPER RATHER THEN 20-30% FOR TREES
IT WAS ONLY BOYCOTTED BECAUSE THE COTTON INDUSTRY WAS GOING DOWNHILL
Call me a hippie but some things need to be changed.
DAMN RIGHT
(Source: woodwose-radio)
Twidiots: “Is It Just Me or Do I Look Asian?” No, You Do Not.
In “Twidiots”, we collect the choicest thoughts on a particular topic from Twitter’s millions of users.
Ah, racial sensitivity. This country’s come a long way with it, but it still has a ways to go. Our friends on Twitter might be a good place to start.
Also see: Is it just me, or do I look like Britney Spears? (No)
Michelle, I found your twin!
the cruelty of time
is the endlessness of youth
and the diminishing returns
of growthyou’re looking forward
through a telescope
and backward
through a prismyou learn the meanings
of some songs and forget
how it feels to listen to
othersfirst you get drunk to feel older
and then you get drunk to feel youngerbut everything is always coming
and time is just a window
(via poeticallyprofound)
SO THAT’S HOW THEY DO IT
only tumblr
WHAT THE!
My whole life
you guys didnt know that?
(Source: yodiscrepo, via elgeneidy)
The difference between
Friend
and
Friends
Is merely quantitative,
Always coming and going
Some growing into new
Others fading with morning dew
The cycle remains
Heart and body stained
With smiles
And tears
Encouragement
And fears
Dirt
And drugs
Shrugs and
Hugs
And love
Different from any lover
Or blood
Damming the heart
From its inevitable flood
Let it in
Wherever and whenever
You find it
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This is the first day of my life…
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you.
