I can do anything I want. And so can you.

i wish everyone nothing, but the best. those that did me wrong especially, they need it a bit more.

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.

For each of us eventually, whether we are ready or not, someday it will come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or owed. Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies, will finally disappear. So too your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away. It won’t matter where you came from or on what side of the tracks you lived at the end. It won’t matter if you are beautiful or brilliant. Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant. So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured? What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built. Not what you got, but what you gave. What will matter is not your success, but your significance. What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught. What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example. What will matter is not your competence, but your character. What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you are gone. What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those who love you. A life lived that matters is not a circumstance, but a choice.

The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.

I’m not the type to front for. I don’t give a fuck if you’re broke…long as you’re good for my soul.

The love of darkness or night is called nyctophilia. One who is described as nyctophilic finds relaxation or comfort in the darkness.