I warned my wife if she wanted me to get an account, I would mainly post pictures of her and how much I love her. You were warned, my love. Everyone else, I hope you enjoy seeing her as much as I do.

Just need to check my makeup before date night with Alana. I even get to wear the beautiful scarf my niece gifted me.

My darling Alana has decided I'm no longer allowed to clean the stove. Did you know the lighting element for a gas stove is sharp enough to cut your hand open on? Because I did not.

Some days, the depression hits harder than my brother did. Be gentle on yourselves today, my dears.

My wife is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I'm the luckiest woman in the world. That's it, that's the post. I would do anything she asks. ❤❤

(OK SO, I was as normal as I ever am but then my partner texted me that I'm a good puppy and mentioned my whimpers in the same message AND THEN WENT TO BED and 👏 I 👏 CAN'T 👏 TAKE 👏 IT 👏 )

You, my darling, are not my sunshine. For I would never shield my eyes from you. You are my stars, lighting my way in the dark. Leading me home to you.

Well... it's not wrong.

Whoever decided to put their hands on my wife Dr Alana Bloom-Verger (insult her on a strawpage), please come outside (I'll give you my address) so I can ✨PEACEFULLY✨ break your legs. (And your ribs. And your neck. And every single one of your bones. Hannibal can have a dinner party.)

// host vs. Margot... checks out

Feels like something I would do with my while my wife crosses her arms and leans against the wallxwith an exasperated sigh. In my defense... look how cute he's being!

// I am not the lorax. I speak for no trees. If you all don't STOP hating on Bella Ramsey, I'm coming for your knees.

Well... she does taste delicious... Dr Alana Bloom-Verger

If the idiots in this neighborhood do not stop setting off fireworks at 12 AM, Hannibal is getting a list of names and a list of recipes in his mailbox. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.