The Weedium

04/20/2026

Happy 420! 🍃💨 I look homeless af and I’m not changing it. I’ve got things to do and I’m getting to them…after my hair situation. Mind your business. We out here. 👽💚

🎶 x


#420 **d

04/18/2026

🌘 N E W M O O N. 𝓝𝓔𝓦 𝓜𝓞𝓞𝓝. 🌘
I set direction and cut the noise. My altar holds anchors, nothing here by accident, everything chosen for how it looks and what it holds.

This 4 piece matte-black porcelain set earns its place, luxury that disappears into the space, discreet, elevated, built to exist in the open without disrupting the field. It doesn’t announce itself, it locks in. It’s the functional upgrade your session deserves. 🗝️

My ritual starts before anything is lit. I grind with intention, pressing it into the flower as it breaks down, setting it at the source. 🕯️

No wish lists. No chaos. Just control. By the time I move, it’s already in motion and everything around me moves with it. 💨

I set it, and reality adjusts. ⏰

🎶 - 𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙈𝙊𝙊𝙉

thew**dium

04/15/2026

Nobody will know. Personne ne le saura. This Jane’s Den piece isn’t a stash. It’s a statement. It’s a ritual, disguised as design.

My offering rests in something intentional, beautiful enough to be seen, subtle enough to be overlooked.

For the 🍃moms moving in silence, for the women who keep their magic curated.

Nothing loud. Nothing obvious. Just luxury that understands the assignment. The Weedium way. Nobody will know. 🤌🏻💕

04/07/2026

We went to Area 51 in BROAD daylight like we were just gonna casually pull up and say hi 👽

Missed a pass, drove straight into nothing, had a full “this is how we die in the desert” moment…for no reason…at noon. Then somehow ended up going way too fast and too close to where you’re absolutely not supposed to be and nearly got arrested, courtesy of Officer Angry Spice. 👮🏻‍♂️🚨

10/10 would risk federal charges again for the plot. 🚔👽🎬💀🤌🏻

04/07/2026

03/30/2026

It didn’t make sense then. It does now.

03/29/2026

A week ago today, I lost one of my closest friends, and somehow it still feels just as sharp. I went back to her house and sat at the piano like I had so many times before, letting my hands remember what my heart couldn’t hold. I had to stop more than once.

Grief doesn’t move in straight lines, it catches you in the middle of something familiar and changes it completely. At one point, I whispered to her and told her I needed to know she was still with me, not later, not someday, now.

When I checked the footage, there were two orbs. Quiet, gentle, present. She heard me. And maybe that’s the part we don’t talk about enough…love doesn’t end when a body does, it stretches, it shifts, it finds new ways to reach us. Just ask for a sign. They hear you. 🖤

Renée Marlene Feiger
10.16.1949 - 3.22.2026 🤍

I love you, Renee.
Rest in paradise, my Queen🐢🤍👑

03/18/2026

Sometimes you need quiet conversation.
The kind only dead people understand.💀♥️

01/20/2026

🎥 10:49 PM. I was out to dinner for the evening. He was home. He walks into the driveway and then stops. Not hesitating. Not distracted. Just standing there, feet planted, eyes fixed on nothing. The timestamp keeps running, 10:49:05 - 10:49:24. Time continues without him. The world moves. He doesn’t. Then, without warning, it releases him. He looks around, turns, and walks back inside like nothing touched him.

The next day I show him the footage. No memory of stopping. No sense of standing there. No gap he can explain. No memory at all. The camera never glitched. He did. Something stepped in, paused him, and returned him precisely where it found him.

Nineteen seconds. No struggle. No sound. No error. Just a clean interruption in reality that suggests whatever runs this place can stop us, study us, and resume us without leaving a mark.👽👻⏰

01/15/2026

I stepped outside to clean my labongbong and accidentally entered a side quest where I ripped a few bowls and forgot my coffee in the microwave. Time is fake. ☕️🪖👽👻🫶🏼