DOMINION // Unit File: ARTHUR
ROLE: Commander – Strategy & Operations
STATUS: Active

Commander. Silent. Sharp.
He gives the orders that carry regret.
They follow because he never flinches.

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I hope life finds a way to love me too, maybe. I want to stop finding out Im bleeding grief and its filling my mouth.

Itll be okay. Ill write grief the same way I write love. Tired, sleepy, and fond.

god damn he's cooking

My raised traps got praised today. Im guessing that means working out and regular exercise has been doing me good.

crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of their consultants

No one stresses my grip strength and patience like these assholes (affectionate)

Coach: your upper arm strength is improving. What stuff have u been doing before sessions
Me:

(below an image of Pedro Pascal) “I can't think of anything more vile and small and pathetic than terrorizing the smallest, most vulnerable community of people who want nothing from you, except the right to exist.” - Pedro Pascal

I read this somewhere. It bears echoing

I wish the world was kinder to you. I wish your past was easier. But Im honored to be in your present—now that I get a front row seat as you make your future something you look forward to.

Sire if I was advice Id ask for it /nbh

And maybe years from now when the ashes of the bridge we burmed is filtered out of our lungs, theyll realize one day I never stopped.

And likely I never will.

God Im not asking for much. I dont need them to find their way back to back to me.

I just want them all to be loved. For it to be felt in a way they feel safe in their bones. And life is kind to them.

If I pretend Im a good person a little more, will love finds its way to the people I care about? Will the echoes be visceral enough to be felt.

Today feels different. Trying to figure out why.

A brown bunny curiously peeks through white railing bars, its head slightly tilted.

If you’re undocumented, don’t march tomorrow. Stay home. Let the rest of us get this one.

Solidarity ✊🏿✊🏾✊🏽✊🏼

I just hissed at opposing counsel like an angry possum when he thought he was going to get in my face, so that is how my Friday the 13th is going.

The joys of girlhood.

Testing swatches on each other and late night talks in a parked car while listening to Noah Kahn.

Gnight, all. We ride at dawn. Let’s make tomorrow one for the history books.

Girlhood means GCs with this energy exist

My heart is molded by the imprints of love people even when they leave. I hear their laughter in the heartbeats echoes.

This must be what what David Hume means when he says we are a bundle of impressions of everyone weve ever known.

Everyone Ive ever loved who watched me on this journey has full faith I do well. Even when I dont.

The Hozier scream in Northern Attitude triggered a series of flashbacks so intense I found love for myself tucked into the corners of memories.

I love life more than any act of creation to destroy it.

We cleaned her workspace today and bough school supplies :)! I hear my old scars in the echoes of the tiredness she carries.

Spent some time with a kid I borrowed today. My blockmates niece. No mom, deadbeat Dad, lots of demons.

We walked around the big mall near her place for a few hours. Coffee shops, books, lots of ease.

Im hoping she finds her spaces here in Manila too.

I need to nap. I feel like the world collapsed at my feet and built itself back up again.

I have work in 5 hours—a good, stable, earning day job–but here I lie awake thinking about my next big projects.

My heart finds lighthouses in the dark open sea—curious how its never in the same place twice.