Destination, Determination, Deliberation


Dexter D'Angelo. Don't bother committing the name to memory. I'm not your friend, I'm not your grief counselor; just a guy who teaches you to get from one place to another in one peice and someone you'd rather not see behind closed doors.

So…uh…I’m back in the castle now…

mason-stancliff:

Next time try to fight with a smaller guy, yes? Or at least someone who is more drunk than you are. Hmm…Take all the things you said and you’ll have some of the reasons Ozzy has to smoke. If you can’t quit drinking you can’t ask him to stop smoking, darling.

Of course I did, fucking idiot… Damn, I need to be more romantic.

Right. Yes, I fuckin can. He’s fourteen, I’m twenty seven. I can throw my life as far away as I want. He can’t. He has a life to make a create and mold. I’ve already done that bit and shaped my life into a pile of shit. I can do whatever I want with it now cause I tried to be something great and failed. 

You can start by being around more often. I wouldn’t have gone out on my own and gotten the ever living fuck beaten out of me if you were around to begin with.