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Mike Driver
DEAR READER

Origami Around
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@dearmesstuff
Sometimes you need to sleep, sleep a lot. Not to escape, but to rest your soul from your feelings. Because everything, absolutely everything devours you. Completely.
—Brain
sometimes, all you can do is breathe and wait for the storm in your chest to pass...
I was burning, while you came blaming me for the smell of ashes. -Fyodor Dostoevsky
This year felt like being awake during a surgery
Nikita Gill, from Your Heart is the Sea: Poems; "Your Heart is the Sea," originally published in 2018
— soulinkpoetry
— Trista Mateer, from “i still forget we’re not even friends”
“but it wasn’t that bad”
did it hurt? did you feel scared? unsafe? were you embarrassed? humiliated? terrified? did you feel confused on why? does it keep you up at night? do you avoid being in a similar situation? did you cry? did you want to cry? who told you it wasn’t that bad?
"How do you read so many books??" I am simply trying to avoid reality, what are you doing
jacks never had a bad track. “Glad to know you’re thinking about me when you kiss your husband.” BANGER. “But for tonight, let me pretend you’re mine.” ICONIC. “I’d probably kill another man if I found him with you like this” LIFE CHANGING. “There is nothing of equal value to me”. UNMATCHED.
I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck, or I did last time I checked
505 // Arctic Monkeys
let’s go on a hike and fuck somewhere in the forest
i go to bed. i am consumed by overwhelming loneliness. i stare at the ceiling. i long for something i can’t name. i question if i’m real. i see a funny little meme on my phone and laugh hysterically for several minutes. i get too invested in an unrealistic fantasy. i pass out around three.
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis