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Tweaker Problems
Do you ever fucking get on your phone high as Shit, and the mother fucker can’t keep up with you because you’re speeding. Ugh, apps crash, words run together, keyboard lags. Help!
You fly until you crash Two Days, Two Nights, No Sleep, No Food, Come Down Off The Monster,
You
Crash
Real
Hard.
Flirtin’ with the Monster
Life was good before I met
the monster. After, life was great. At least for a little while.
Undercover Cops/Warning for Drug Blogs 6/13/17
Hey everyone sorry for not posting on here for the last week, I’ve been laying low after a frightening incident that happened to me regarding undercover police and someone I met here off Tumblr. Yes, police are targeting people (drug users primarily) on here by making blogs that have nothing on them (no reblogs, no personal content, not following any other blogs but Tumblr Staff and YOU) and messaging drug addicts in private telling them that if we help them score they will give us money/let us keep like half the amount of stuff they’re asking for, etc.
I was debating on whether or not I should post this since the person this is about doesn’t know I know they’re a cop/working for cops, but I want to keep everyone on here safe from this kind of stuff happening to them, so I might as well share my experience.
Basically a blog on here that had nothing posted on their blog and that wasn’t following anyone except for me and Tumblr Staff (two key sketchy signs right there) messaged me asking for help getting H saying that they had just moved from out of state and needed help with a new connect and offered me close to $100 each time for helping them. It seemed sketchy but I desperately needed the money, so I decided to help.
I met with them twice before the third time, being extremely cautious the first two times (watching my surroundings, asking important questions, sending someone else to bring the stuff back to them instead of me, etc.). Then on the third time they asked for a much larger amount than they had asked for the first two times (which is something cops trying to do an undercover buy do, they buy a couple of decent sized amounts and then on buy number three they buy a large amount and try to pop you with it when you return back to them with it.)
On buy three I carefully watched my surroundings. I noticed undercover cop cars around keeping an eye on me, after I walked off I had a bad feeling.
I got a confirmation that my sketched out feelings were right when while the person was waiting on me to come back with dope my friend that knew what I was doing gave me a call and told me that they were over in the area that that person I’m helping is in and that there’s over 5 cop cars and a drug task force vehicle waiting on me to come back so they could bust me. There was also unmarked vehicles with cops looking out the window with binoculars driving up and down the streets looking for where I went. I’m not going to say what happened after this in case the person I wrote this about finds it. I did the smart thing and decided to be safe instead of sorry.
Everyone on Nodsquad, Tweaker Nation, and everything in between, BE CAREFUL WHEN IT COMES TO MEETING PEOPLE ONLINE AND HELPING THEM GET VARIOUS SUBSTANCES! IT CAN AND POSSIBLY COULD COME BACK TO BITE YOU.
I’ve met probably close to 20 people off of Tumblr, some just to hang out, some for whatever else, and none of them were sketchy people until this last incident.
DON’T HELP BLOGS THAT ARE NEW AND DON’T HAVE ANY CONTENT ON THEM! (aka no reblogs, no personal content, only following you and Tumblr staff or a very unusually small handful of people.)
DON’T GIVE OUT YOUR REAL NAME, REAL PHONE NUMBER, OR ANY OTHER PERSONAL INFORMATION ABOUT YOURSELF TO THESE PEOPLE OR ANYONE ONLINE YOU DON’T REALLY KNOW.
If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.
If anyone has anymore questions about avoiding these types of situations, about signs and tips on how to spot an undercover cop, or anything else feel free to message me privately. The area I’m in recently hired 110 more undercovers to do drug busts right now, I’m sure Seattle isn’t the only place with this sort of thing going on right now.
PLEASE, PLEASE BE SAFE EVERYONE. A get well, a high, or a chunk of cash isn’t worth a felony and your freedom.
Please reblog this message so everyone in the drug community on here can see this and be made aware. Tumblr isn’t always a “safe place” like we would like to think it is.
Truth! Good looking peeps!
Tell me what lead you on I'd love to know
Well its just that, when I felt her the first time I flew, Nobody gives me the high that she do. See, we fight all the time & she leaves bruises on my arms But the way she makes me feel inside that girl can do no wrong. Now all my family hates me since I started fuckin’ with her. And all my friends done left me cause they jealous that I’m with her. I try to break it off but she gets me back with the feel After everything she did why the fuck do I love that needle? Please help me.
Tweaker problems
When you meet that one person who thinks they no FUCKIN EVERYTHING. They try and tell you how to light the pipe, how to load the pipe, how to hit the pipe. Then they try and act like they have EVERYTHING figured out. They’re annoying as hell. All they do is talk talk talk. They think everyone and there dog is a cop. They try and tell you how things should be done. When really your over here thinking to yourself….“what the fuck have they even bilked their eyes one time doing this whole conversation? How many times are they gonna keep looking up and around like someone’s fallowing us? Ugh this is embarrassing…stop looking around like we’re making a freakin drug deal when all we’re doing pumping gas shit..” And you really just wanna go off on them like “DUDE SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DONT NO SHIT. YOU USE TO BE A COKE EXPERT TOO REMEMBER THAT? YOU THOUGHT A 8 BALL OF COKE WAS AN ACTUAL GIANT BALL OF COKE!!! LIKE WTF PEOPLE LIKE YOU SHOULD TAKE A BREAK FROM THE PIPE EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE, YA NO MAYBE NOT HIT THE PIPE, GO STARE OUT THE WINDOW FOR 10 MINUTES, THEN COME BACK AND HIT IT AGAIN CAUSE ” YOU AINT HIGH ENOUGH" BITCH MAYBE YOU NEED TO GO TO SOME NA MEETINGS OR REHAB OR JUST FIND ANOTHER DRUG….CAUSE YOUR FUCKIN MY HIGH UP.“ But really you can’t say shit bc this fool rich as fuck and buys all the dope so you gettin high as fuck evaday FO FREE.
lmfao 😆😅😅😆
Truth!
Swore I'd never use a needle
But now I’m in love
A letter to my best friend
They call you Tina, oh god when I first met you. You were high end, not easy to find, but the first time I met I knew you’d control my life, but I couldn’t stop it. You were there when no one else was. You were valued by many, so chasing you was no easy task. At first I was using you, for happiness, for energy, for weight loss. Before I knew it, the tables had turned and you were using me. You sucked the life out of me, sucked me dry. I lost myself in you, you were so tempting. I couldn’t stay away. My grades starting slipping, and work, aha, you told me I didn’t need that. I started out smoking you, the chemical taste you left in my mouth was amazing, but never enough. I crushed you up and snorted you, it burned so good, the head rush I felt, the instant high. Even that only worked for a little while. Oh Tina, what to do, what to do. You weren’t giving me the same happiness, I was losing you, I hit a low. You made me break my one and only promise. That broke promise changed my life. IV use was something “I’d never do”, you said “aha, think twice.” Alone in my bathroom, shoe lace tied around my arm, searching for a vein, heart racing.. it registered first try. I pulled back the plunger, it filled with blood. What a beautiful site it was, but oh god, I had no clue what I was in for. I released my tourniquet, and pushed down the plunger. The burning in my throat, the warmth that you brought over me. I stood up, blood running down my arm, the head high, the dizziness. Oh it was euphoria. I could always rely on you Tina, you never hurt me, or so I thought. You ruined, that bubbly little girl everyone once knew, trapped in her own little world of dope feigns and dirty needle. Theres no life left behind my eyes. The weight loss was extreme, I’ve hit rock bottom. Everyone left me, or did I leave everyone for you? You started out as my best friend Tina, and now, you have ruined my life. I’ve hit rock bottom, no one here to pull me out, at least I have my best friend. Who knew rock bottom had a basement, oh what a dark lonely place. Isolation, hostility this is my life. You were all that stuck around, you carried me through my hard times and brought me back to euphoria. I celebrated with you, I cried with you, I laughed with you.. now look where I’m at Tina, why oh, why did you do this. I started out using you, and now you are in full control. I’m strung out, nothing can bring me back now, but at least I still have you. I hate that I love you, but our bond is unbreakable. You were my best friend, the only thing that got me through.
My love for Meth
No one truly knows how bad my addiction is. The power meth has over me is heart wrenching. I don’t just like it, I fell in love with it. I love the burning sensation when I snort a fat line. It takes my breath away every time. I love the taste that lingers in my mouth after smoking a bowl. But, I am absolutely in love with shooting it. I love the whole process. Tying off my arm or wrist looking for a the perfect vein, trying 15 times before you ever hit it. Pulling back the syringe after you have bruised up every other possible vein and finally seeing it fill with blood. But, pushing that plunger in and feeling it coarse through my veins is my euphoria. I’m so in love with it. It’s a rush, hitting you instantly. The adrenaline that follows it. God damn, I miss it so much. It controls every aspect of my being. I lose myself in dope. I would chase it nonstop. It scares me shitless how much control it has..
I'm in love with the needle!<3
FUUUCK
Fuck man i really hate when i fucking miss ny shot!
When I felt her the first time I flew, nobody give me the high that she do. See, we fight all the time. And she leaves bruises on my arms but the way she makes me feel inside.. That girl can do no harm.
posted this a little over a year ago. sad to realize I’ve wasted all this time literally invested in this needle. fuck.
IM SERIOUSLY FUCKED!
Im seriously fucked if i cant come up with this money i hate this shitty shit that just went down cause now im seriously fucked and have no clue wtf ima do at this point all i can do is pray that something falls from the sky and someone lends me a helping hand!!
Once I start noticing shit that I don't like, I either go distant or completely stop fucking with you
something we can all agree on..
is it not the most irritating shit to stay up all night &having to be obnoxiously silent? omfg. we should live in a world where it’s acceptable to be awake at 4am ¬ be getting ready to go to work. jesus fuck.
Truth i swear i hate that shit oh and if you caught being up then you gotta pretend you just woke up to take a piss or some shit i swear this was my life when i lived witb my mom id be up spun she would get up at like 530 so id have to be silent pretend i was never up and sleep till she finally would leave for work id hear her car start and id dart up lol like yyyyeeeeessss now i can tweak and be high asf
a thing i wrote just now
i thought about it, i did i tried my hardest too, i really did! don’t touch that needle. not yet! you don’t no longer need it, i tell myself… i just want a few hits, only to smoke on some ice, pretty glass pipe
i thought as the night went on id eventually feel nice but i didn’t. i don’t. and i realize… no matter what i try, it’s too late. i’m not going to get high, not with my pipe. not like i want anyways, that way of being able to feel beyond alive the pipe is burnt, but its my brain that fried.
so i guess it is time i’m picking up my rig, prepping my dope soon i’ll be pulling back the plunger, my last hope finding my vein thinking this can’t be true.. but it is, and once i find it, i’ll shoot.
and maybe i’ll finally feel nice, but i know from now on, for the rest of my life.. i’ll need my needle and water to use my ice.
@shebones69
The absolute truth…
Glory hole!
There is nothing like finding a new vein that is the great vein it self hits on the first try everytime! My new glory hole oh how i adore you! #newvein #gloryhole #twearkerchick
I'm the type of girl who wont spend five bucks on something I want, but will blow $100 on drugs like its nothing.