I float like a butterfly and can punch you right in the knee…
March 22, 1924. Washington, D.C. “Theodore Roosevelt III, boxing.” National Photo Company Collection glass negative. (via Shorpy Historical Photo Archive :: The Fistic Arts: 1924)
when I commit to a person, I FUCKING COMMIT. if their depression, anxiety or life comes knocking, you bet your ass i’m at the door with a double sided axe waiting for a good fight.
you cant expect people, to always be happy, even if they are in love. because life doesn’t stop for anyone. But you can be there for the good fight.
my god why can’t everyone be like this
Smoothie Ice cream with strawberries and elderberries (by Dagmar’s Kitchen)
As pretty as Brazilian amethyst vugs are, they are still full of crystals. Cleaning this thing would be like trying to floss a Megalodon. Whoever came up with the idea is an evil genius.
Someone may need to quarantine me. I woke up in a bad mood. First audible words I spoke were, “Who the fuck wants to talk to me?” It has not gotten any better, and I know exactly why.
I’m my own worst enemy.
There is nothing wrong with faith. There is quite a bit wrong with unexamined faith and unexamined conscience.