Still can’t stand this hair cut #UFC325

Same mistake from first fight he don’t use his legs #UFC325

Personal solitude is a form of divine worship. Many of us fear it, myself once included, until I realized that this fear reflects a fragile connection with the divine. In truth, the fear is but a myth we have constructed to shelter ourselves within the illusions of the moment

When I hug her, it’s as if fireworks light up my head and heart, and suddenly I know what it means to feel alive

I take every chance they doubt, break every odd they place before me. I swear to God, I should not have survived. I know I was never meant to succeed, yet here I stand, still breathing, still fighting, still winning.

marlboro reds taste like its serious about being a cigarette

I want to have kids so bad.

Mark my word

The bad news: everything ends. The good news: everything ends. So smile through the rise, and breathe through the fall

I just don’t see anything as loose, my mind doesn’t work like that

I really don’t like Ramadan mornings.

Sometimes it’s make sense that it doesn’t make sense

I grow to be myself.