F*ck those lumbersexuals.
A beard, a few tattoos, and a hipster haircut does not make you a man.
A man is made by taking charge of your own destiny, by giving the middle finger to everything that holds back the rest of the male population.
After spending years in the woods, I’ve memorized the forest, every godd*mn detail. I made this place my home, and I’ll never leave.
I just need Rosie here with me. And tonight I won’t let anything get in the way of making that a reality.