Mike Driver
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
art blog(derogatory)

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YOU ARE THE REASON

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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@k1dcats
pointless.
it 就活 time. everyone is doing future things and im painting. im not even good at it.
life;
you made it. japan. paintings. you paint a lot of things. about to attend your last year of school year in japan. things went by fast. still SAD lmao. heart.
REBLOG IF YOU’RE V/WORRIED ABOUT STEVE WHATEVER IT TAKES ROGERS
cat: *meows in a distance*
my mom’s voice from the kitchen: you want a tomato, you fool? you won’t eat it
cat: *meows louder*
he likes capsicum.
i wish im in the gay band.
Life Crisis
I’m buried in self help books and a desperate need to re-discover my sense of worth.
- C. February 25th, 2019
random cursive
Sunny Boy ☀️
felt like i dont belong and not even i could do anything about that.
of all years in school, i saw the writings in the journal speaking of boys whom i only see from afar, the boys i had a heart for, the boys that shine and twinkles, that i enjoyed seeing from a distance. then i decided, enough, for all of the writings i did, i didnt enjoyed reading it back.
Then all years in college, not a single heart out of all those pretty boys. It wouldnt reach even a string of my sympathy.
but then i wouldnt see anything
as it was a void, filled with darkness, still empty. or was there spark, that i tried lighten up on my own.
still wouldnt read those writings.
in a place of being in love and getting hurt ill choose to stay in the middle.
two ghosts, chilling in a hot tub, 5 feet apart cause they’re not who they used to be
“Stay close to anything that makes you glad you’re alive.”
— Unknown (via cwote)
lulus all, alhamdulillah