Chuck Norris didn’t die… he just gave life permission to continue without him

I will be regretting every bite as I scrape the bowl.

William. He knows how to make a great martini.

We are heartbroken to share the passing of our brother and son, Nicholas Brendon. He passed in his sleep of natural causes.

What!?!??!!?!!!

Sunsets teach us the most beautiful things often happen when something is quietly ending. 🌅

I will miss being able to watch my streams while at work with the new job.

I don’t know how or when it happened, but luckily it still works.

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I don’t reach out anymore not because I don’t need someone, but because I got tired of feeling like a disturbance in people’s peace. So I shrink into shorter replies, into “I’m good” that aren’t true, into nights that stretch too long because there’s no one I can be honest with.

I’ve been teaching my heart how to need less less reassurance, less presence, less of the things I once thought I couldn’t breathe without. Not because I healed, but because I got tired of feeling like I was asking for too much when all I wanted was to feel chosen without

The blisters!

With all the Buffy and Firefly talk, I’m in for some rewatches.

Firefly is probably the only intro I will not skip.

I stopped expecting people to stay not out loud, but in the quiet ways I don’t get attached too quickly anymore. I hold back pieces of myself, not because I’m mysterious, but because I’ve learned how expensive it is to be fully known by someone who won’t stay. So I give

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 There was a time I spoke in fragments— in echoes of what had been taken, in the quiet language of wounds still learning how to close. There was a time I mistook survival for becoming. But that time has long since decayed into something distant— a relic

In 1967, Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald collaborated on “Stompin’ at the Savoy,” an ode to the Savoy Ballroom—Harlem’s premier nightclub in the 1930s.