RIP Dame Maggie Smith 🕊️

You can't control what happens to you, but you can control how you react.

Your morning eyes, I could stare like watching stars, I could walk you by, and I'll tell without a thought…

My future wife will probably be fake laughing at her boyfriend's lame ass jokes rn. Be patient queen, a true clown is on the way.

Behold! My field unto which I grow my fucks. Notice that it is barren. For I have no fucks to give.

We live in a world of stories. The shows you watch, your memories. Every day that wasn't a story is forgotten time between the next event. Live wild enough and you will soon learn. Where there isn't a risk, there's never a story.

the ironic tragedy is that life has to be lived forward but, only makes sense in reverse…

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 When your day is going too well and you don't trust it and some shit finally goes down. “𝘈𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.”

Love is sacrifice. Love is pain. Love is sharing. Love is honesty. Love is integral. Love is unwavering. It’s all these things but, I think more than anything it is patience.

My conscience burning, my beastly flaw. The headache pill, the necktie on my bedroom door. I'm such a coward, these wretched things I do. Disgrace and treachery I'm a sickness and I know it's true.

Demons run when a good man goes to war.

Some people are just born to fight I think. It's not that they are born brave, it's not that they are born strong. It's just that the universe has decided that this one will have grit and fire and steel in their blood. And it'll be tested.

“Another man will hear her say ‘I love you’ and might take it for granted, not knowing how those words could've healed every broken piece of me.”

Until the very end.

Yeet. #WrestleMania

In memory of The 266th Pontiff of the Catholic Church. RIP Pope Francis. 🕊️

I had all and then most of you, Some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met.

Love is the bane of honor, the death of duty. What is honor next to a woman’s love? What is duty beside the feel of a newborn in your arms, or the memory of a sibling’s smile? We are only human. The gods made us for love—our greatest glory, and our greatest tragedy.

When it comes to loving her, it's like loving the stars themselves. You don't expect a sunset to admire you back. Yet you do so anyways…

And so we shall go to war.