To Mr. B I’ll forever annoy ye! Here is to all the repeated text messages I send you. Here is to me blowing up your phone. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again, my friend.

To My Dear Friend Christina. Whether we’re talking or not, I care about you a lot. I’ll disappear in the night but everything will be alright.

Building 616 North: Day 1 of the Grind Every big movement starts with a small decision — and today, this is mine. I’m officially documenting the journey of building 616 North, a streetwear brand inspired by real life, real struggle, and real ambition. I’m starting this with nothing but ideas, drive, and the belief that I can turn my creativity into something that feeds my family and inspires others. 616 North isn’t just clothing. It’s a lifestyle. It’s for the people who wake up every day and grind, even when nobody’s cheering. It’s for the ones who grew up having to make something out of nothing, who learned how to hustle because life didn’t give them shortcuts. Right now, I’m putting together designs, planning collaborations with graffiti artists and hip-hop creators, and building out my online store. Every step I take is one step closer to turning this brand into a real business with real impact.

I am trying to find new ways to cope and poetry is not my strong suit but it’s worth a shot. Thanks for your time

My first Note of my first Stream on Notd. Very much a day in the life type of blog that I am trying to monetize and have been for a couple of years or so now. I just talk about what happens in my days and how I feel about it. Can be venting, positive things, or anything in between.

The beginnings to a journey of growing into a man of honor. The next chapter of growth toward a brave ear through a new season.

This note explores what real faith looks like in a broken world. It shows how a man or woman can stand firm when culture falls apart, how God strengthens those who trust Him, and why hope rises even in dark seasons. It invites readers into a journey of courage, redemption, and steady confidence in God’s hand at work.

Exploring the vast world of Aion 2 can be both exciting and overwhelming for new players. From breathtaking landscapes to hidden dungeons, the game offers countless opportunities to discover, fight, and collect. If you're just starting out, having a clear approach to exploring can save you time and make your journey much more enjoyable.

HOW I got started in the flea market game. The story, the introduction of a passion that is always full of surprises from day to day.

As I sit here with you, in my darkened room, I knew. This was the moment. It had to be done. The moment I realized it was now or never.

Sometimes life isn't ready for who you love. So you must love in silence. It's hard to keep such wonderous joy hidden from the world.

Left by her one true love, a woman only sees one way out the agonizing despair and chaotic emptiness he left in her heart. During the critical moment he finds her. Can he save her? Or is she lost to a heart broken beyond the ability to heal? In every love, there must be a sacrifice.

The hypocrite. Betrayed years ago by someone I thought cared but really they didn’t. Have you ever had that experience? Can you understand these feelings I had bottled up? If so let me know if you relate or have had other experiences.

What a night's drive could do for the mind and body. A different use for an everyday commodity. Oddly satisfying looking back at it.

Reality grows thin around me, pale and quiet, so I slip into the kingdom my longing built. Dragons sweep across violet skies. Forests glow with spelllight. The air tastes sweet, as if magic drifts through every breath. And there he is, the man the world calls villain, cloaked in shadow, calm as a storm waiting to break. I should fear him, yet my heart chooses him first. Not the hero, not the gentle path. But him. He protects me with a fierce, unflinching devotion, not dying for me, but fighting for me, choosing me, burning for me. The impossible becomes home.

This story reflects on the profound love, loyalty, and innocence of dogs, centered on my own difficult experience with a two-year-old Mastiff. It explores the heartbreak of making the decision to euthanize a beloved but dangerous pet, and the lessons dogs teach us about trust, forgiveness, and our responsibility to protect them.

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“She didn’t say a word. Just stood there. And still—it felt like everything I’ve ever been afraid to feel. And when she walked away, it was the quietest heartbreak I’ve ever known. I felt her leave like a punch to the ribs I didn’t block in time.” Summary: Jace feels her presence—knows Ivy is there, just around the corner, watching him fall apart. But she doesn’t speak. Doesn’t come. And when she finally turns and walks away, the silence she leaves behind is deafening. For the first time, he’s the one being left, and it forces him to face something brutal: maybe this time, she’s the one who won’t come back.

“I didn’t mean to look for him. But when I saw him, folded in on himself like something was breaking inside, I didn’t want to walk away. And still—I did. Because wanting him isn’t enough. Not if he doesn’t want to stay.” Ivy takes the long way to class… and ends up exactly where she knew he might be. She sees Jace, alone behind the gym, visibly unraveling. It shakes her. For one breathless moment, she almost walks to him—but she doesn’t. Because even though she wants him—loves him—she knows she can’t fix someone who keeps choosing to leave.

“I left. But it didn’t feel like escape—it felt like failure. Because even with my back turned, I could still feel her. Like her stare had branded something into me I didn’t know how to burn off.” Summary: Jace tries to outrun the stare Ivy gave him—but it follows him. He feels it in the air, the quiet, his skin. No matter how many steps he takes away, her eyes are still on him in memory. Something inside him is shifting, cracking, breaking through the armor he’s built for years. He wants to stay. He wants to speak. But all he can do is hide—and wonder how long she’ll wait before she stops looking for him at all.