“For the Spartans, it wasn’t walls or magnificent public buildings that made a city; it was their own ideals. In essence, Sparta was a city of the head and the heart. And it existed in its purest form in the disciplined march of a hoplite phalanx on their way to war!”

My heart keeps room for you always even when you can’t be here.

You are seeing humanity at its worst and best. A collision of the circumstance.

Treat her like a dream. Follow her, pursue her, and always remind her that you’ll never give up on her.

I care but I’m done trying. I love but I’m done showing.

Never feel defined by your size, measures, and beauty standards.

The wild is always changing like a reminder. You do not have to be the same to be beautiful.

Bees and butterflies in my belly with you on my mind they chase each other around.

I long for you but you long for someone else, I deny the one who wants me cause I want someone else.