Mike Driver
RMH
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Keni
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Not today Justin
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occasionally subtle

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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dirt enthusiast

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IN CASE OF FIRE, USE THE STAIRS
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I’ve been thinking about the way, when you walk / down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs / to let you by. Or how strangers still say “bless you” / when someone sneezes, a leftover / from the Bubonic plague. “Don’t die,” we are saying. / And sometimes, when you spill lemons / from your grocery bag, someone else will help you/ pick them up. Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other. / We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, / and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile / at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress / to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, / and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. / We have so little of each other, now. So far / from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. / What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these / fleeting temples we make together when we say, “Here, / have my seat,” “Go ahead — you first,” “I like your hat.”
— Small Kindnesses, Danusha Laméris
the zombieland intro has ruined every other Columbia movie for me. and there’s just. nothing I can do about it
Dreams and sketches
BROKE AND 20; MY TO DO LIST
[Picked a random ass phone number]
“you’re so sensitive” i was born with a poet’s soul. bitch
One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
I dont need therapy i need to be kissed while sitting in the sun
all fanfiction is funnier and sexier and vastly better-written when you read it at three in the morning, in the dark, lying on your side, tucked into bed, with screen rotate turned off. that’s just how it works. that’s just facts.
if i give you a book i’ve annotated, you better take that shit as a bonafide marriage proposal
I am just like other girls, so cast me with the wretched creatures you call a woman
— Unknown
Cough Syrup
a good mango smoothie can save your life a little
always kind of funny when you wake up from a dream and your first thought is "that symbolism was kind of heavy-handed wasn't it."
God, I Wish