The righteous are as bold as a lion -Proverbs 28:1

Europeans and Americans have been propagandized into disliking each other but the spell is breaking and it feels like a long overdue family reunion

We share the same burden

You either get it or you don’t 🇺🇸

Petting dogs is one of my favorite hobbies

It would be so funny if we won the World Cup

She doesn’t try to be a masculine gym baddie, no 6 pack, her arms aren’t toned. Perfection.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE PARAGUAY IS

Yeah but are you making yourself laugh?

Between the Japanese guy a week ago and the Germans here for the World Cup I’m seeing a reverence and enjoyment of American culture that is so rare and refreshing.

This is what a 10/10 looks like

the world’s first male lesbian

TND

you’ll get rejected and dumped and fired and you’ll fail at things you were sure about, that’s just the cost of being alive. the question isn’t whether it’ll happen but how quickly you can get yourself back to swinging at the next opportunity. every day you spend hostage to what already happened is a day you’re not creating what’s next. reset fast.

Type of photo you’d see a WWII soldier carry around in his helmet

“All addictions are a low level search for God.” - Carl Jung

Booty cleavage is futuristic

Fascism is when you love the summer and beautiful women

took your girl to dinner I call it food for thot

USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop. I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls. Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors. In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves. This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift. The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were. So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply. The owner asked if everything was okay. "It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter." He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?" I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter. I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer. So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen. And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it. Reborn. A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.