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Mike Driver

Love Begins
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YOU ARE THE REASON

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shark vs the universe

if i look back, i am lost
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Not today Justin
Show & Tell
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blake kathryn
noise dept.

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@magnanimousmichael
grapplegrapple
what’s a man gotta do to be taught how to fish around here ??
A gold and diamond brooch that miniaturizes the path of the planets around the sun celebrating science and natural phenomena while still remaining an intriguing, attractive, and lightweight design. (1959)
thought this was oneadem biblical angel fellas
This is what the average YouTube thumbnail looks like now
spent too long on this
what is my energy
mortadella & me
listening to marylin monroe biography and in it they say something like: she would give anything to be adored but she didn’t know what she would give away might’ve been more valuable than being adored
and i told my bf about it and idk even what exactly she gave away, like i agree but in a vibes way- also she was addicted to all sortsa prescribtion drugs and it made me think about how i gave away my ugh emotional regulation when i was addicted to amphetamines which i had convinced myself made me more sociable (untrue), and at the time (and still now to way lesser degree) feeling awkward, uncool and socially anxious took up a lot of space in my mind. even when my heart became more sensitive to sitting and standing and raising my arms and i became obnoxiously jumpy. I was trying to hard to be like able HA
lots of lying, lots of crying, some really unnecessary instances.
i would never feel likeable if i felt that it depended on dosing myself correctly, if i could correctly calculate how it would stir with what i’d eaten or already taken or drank or smoked. if i could line my stomach just right or drink enough to damped my speed. then it’d be like the first times. like magic 🌟 id have a newfound enthusiasm, a little voice cheering on my every interjection or joke that others seemed to read somehow like a sign cue that says laugh in a live-audience sitcom. people DID like me more initially, because i WAS excited, i had the energy to be!
it’s funny i shid on the rents sometimes for not knowing i was a freaking pot head for years despite my room reeking when i was sooo able to not recognize the relation between my crying increase a dozenfold and all the little pressed out aluminum covers dotting my room.
but yeah even when my body started spazzing i couldn’t find a single care because mission numero uno was to attract people, be as magnetic as the people
forgot i started writing this im not reading that im sure its what i feel
did u guys know they use the same sound effect in a banjo and kazooey game as they did at my childhood local library’s book scanner.
i wish i was in the body of seth rogan.
i want seth rogans mind body and spirit.
today i pet a bunny named kimmy.
part angel. pure white. she resode in a temple of bicycle spokes.
i saw my friend play the bass and my other friends play other instruments and i talked and i talked and i had a stem of a shroom, and i drank and i danced and oh what fun. being 34.
no i’m 23. 23 and awesome.
i don’t take good photos but i will recall. hopefully. when i need to.
Tomète
sam, sam,
you beautiful bee.
you found back the drugs dion gave unto me.
Sam, sam.
i’d give you anything,
i’d go so far as to buy you a ring.
french onion dip, mortadella,
my friend sapphire,
the smell of rice cooking,
pencil. scissors.
seaweed.
i went to tennis today :)
happy :)
Opalized wood Author: Peter C. Huber, Wien / Austria
i would pay to see this live like a concert .
indomitably
oh thanks tumblr, app i use exclusively to see hip bones apparently!
yeah so in light of another straw (young woman murdered by scum) i’ve slipped a disc and im gonna have to find a way to not get turned on by degradation or sexual violence.
that’s right.
that’s it.
it’s ruined you’ve ruined it all u scummy fucks.
if i’m a drop i’ll do the very best by my bucket.