Spread the wealth.
Every word. every foto. every movement. every kiss. every hug. every bite. every blink. ever time.
Rock on, rawk out, and rawr like there's no tomorrow.
A little time in my happy place.
I'm not asking anyone to teach me, i never have.
There is never a time to stop, even after the snowmen have turned into little mounds of flattened out slush, even when your heart is strung out like a pinata and beaten, even when your jaw is swollen from clenching your teeth with passion, and when you know the last song you'll ever here is playing and you're all alone, from there i breathe a little harder and wait for the next day, as i watch the sunrise grace the horizon and learn to never look back again.
Only cropped through the lens.
My medication is mint chip ice cream.
Spiral bound notebooks without perforated pages should have been banished about twenty-six years ago.
Truly longer than the rest.
Good to finally get one in the win column
This one goes out to you Eugene Capriotti.
Turns out my radar is pretty good.
Two games, two shootouts, two wins.
Dirty thirty percent.
High stakes Yahtzee.
Forever young at heart, but it's inevitable that the body catches up.
How can so much cuteness exist in a single face?