#soporific

[the-poisongarden]

The oldest direct evidence of water lilies being used as a psychoactive drug dates to 6,000 BCE in ancient Egypt. The specific species was Nymphaea nouchali var. caerulea which has been found to contain nuciferine, an alkaloid normally found in lotuses (Nelumbonaceae), as well as other aporphine alkaloids that may covert to apomorphine in the body. Water lilies are soporific aka hypnotic. Hypnotic herbs are anti anxiety and help people fall asleep and stay asleep.

Source: “The oldest archeological data evidencing the relationship of Homo sapiens with psychoactive plants,” Journal of Psychedelic Studies, 2019.

Photo: Egyptian blue water lily (Nymphaea nouchali var. caerulea) from Wikimedia Commons.

[theyuniversity]

For example, 

Eating a big lunch had a soporific effect on Henry; he could barely stay awake during the afternoon meeting. 🥱

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[jokingluna]

[sapphic-bifrost]

the sound of rain on the leaves of a monstera plant is perhaps the most soothing thing i’ve experienced in a while

[sylkandstuff]

Word Of The Day

Soporific (adj.) Tending to induce drowsiness or sleep. 

[thetomorrowshow]

Soporific

“Soporific. What does that mean?”

Eyes close

slowly

Sleepily

“Soporific. Causing sleep.”

It is

nice,

quiet.

“Makes you sleepy.”

let go.

Too Much

to hold on to

“But what happens in the end?”

Too Much

to be anything

but 

“It’s time to go.”

Done.

“And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

Eyes close

slowly

Sleepily

“Soporific. Causing sleep.”

Lights out.

[doomspaniels]

Scattered soporific spaniels, strewn across the spread. Seriously, Yvaine has no bones. (from April 2017)

[poetivity]

Soporific

Under the crooked arch lay the river, black and shining to her eye. A second arch, a mirror image, made the pair into an infinite rusting metal band.

The soporific sunset gloom consumed the city, so that even the rush of caffeine into her blood felt like giving up. A schism opened wide beneath her, and she fell in slow motion into nothingness like the bottom of the river arch.

The flow of the water filled her ears with melody, or was it the friendly splashing of droplets from the fountain?

And was it the light of the rising sun that she watched from the riverbed, or last night’s last twinkling firefly?

She woke, extra-ordinary, and blinked slowly in welcome of the morning sun.