pettyblackboy:

Black boys go through depression.
Black boys have anxiety.
Black boys doubt themselves.
Black boys love.
Black boys struggle.
Black boys think, and Black boys feel.
Black boys are just as human as anyone else.

Spend any amount of time around Black men and boys and see.

Always going to tip my hat to attractive older gentlemen.

Always going to tip my hat to attractive older men.  We don’t stay 20 forever, do we?  Older male role models remind us that this is not a bad thing.

docileyieldingobedientlovingsoul:

With maturity comes wisdom which shall never cease to falter. With age a complex refinement of virtue just like fine wine.
… I wouldn’t have it any other way. 💗

DYOLS 🐲

Slow curtsy to all the beautiful mature gentleman. 🙇🏻‍♀️

Always gotta tip my hat to attractive older men. Younger men need role models. Even those of us who aren’t much younger.

on-to-better-days:

Dear Tumblr,

If you’re reading this, I died.

My beloved Hubby has been given instructions to post (with the date added below) this on the day of my death after personally notifying @instructor144 of my arrival to the next room.

Thank you all for being a part of my journey. I needed you and you delivered beautifully! You added so much joy to my final years. Cancer took so much from my body, but you made sure that weasel-y fuck couldn’t take me away from me while I was still living. Cuz really, who wants a zombie me? No one, least of all me.

So, a few parting thoughts….

@magpie-69 you are so much the best of us. The world needs your subby heart. I loved every minute of you! You just kinda made me feel happy, which is a helluva gift to get when you’re so fucking sick! I’ll be keeping a special eye over you…..

@itsshinycollectordestinyworld you are beyond smart, probably one of the brightest lights the world has today. You have supernatural understanding of the human conduct and kindness.

@crusoesampersand that nagging feeling you’ll have about needing to that epic run will be me haunting you. You walk with grace. Your family is blessed to you. I stand and salute you ma’am.

@cherishedproperty I can never thank you enough for the profound gratitude you provided me by openly sharing your own loss. Your raw courage is a sight behold.

If #pleasurewhore ever makes back to these parts, tell her I adored her and her pen. I’m sorry I missed her.

There’s soooooooo many more to name, but I can’t. My brain is iffy at best now. Please don’t take a lack of a mention as anything other than cancer eating away at my brain. If I loved you then, I love you still, you’d just have to remind who you are first. #FUCKCANCER

Please folks, do a dead girl a solid will ya? Please be kind to one another, starting with yourself. Love one another well.

Don’t you see that we’re all we’ve we got? The world is full a people we have to hide from, including our own families. Can’t we at least have one nice place where we can be all of ourselves? None of us is perfect. But don’t confuse each others hearts and intentions with our attempts at words.

Death is nothing at all, except the great equalizer.

I leave you with this classic bit of wisdom by Henry Holland:

Death is nothing at all.

It does not count.

I have only slipped away into the next room.

Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.

I am I, and you are you,

and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.

Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was.

There is absolute and unbroken continuity.

What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval,

somewhere very near,

just round the corner.

All is well.

Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.

One brief moment and all will be as it was before.

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

09/20/19

She’s always been the best one of us. She still is. Not because we knew her or loved her, or even because we learned everything from her. It’s because she taught us. Set the standard. Showed us by example

A hero. A lover of her beloved man. Wise and sharp and poetic. An athlete and first responder who took risks to bring people back to their families and friends and community. Best proof ever that Submission is no barrier to leadership.

Life isn’t all about sex or philosophy or love. Life is about dying too. And she’s still teaching us about that part of life too.

There are a thousand million trite clichés about dying. Choose none of those. Be you when you live. And still be you when your turn comes to die, as we all must. Take your time if you can.

Our Tumblr friend is still teaching us that too.

dateamonster:

dateamonster:

honestly imagine being mary shelley. its the fucking early 1800s. we’re barely out of the era when people thought women reading novels would lead to like debauchery and premarital sex. the weather is just fucking bonkers in yonkers. everybodys clothes looked like they oughta weigh two hundred pounds. everyones goth but goth isnt a thing yet so they dont even know it. your kids are dying. your husbands dead. your friends are all probably doing coke. your doctor is also both doing and maybe prescribing coke. no electricity. people are out there just staring into the void and having clandestine affairs in graveyards or some shit just because theres nothing else to do. and whats that? youve just written frankenstein. girl what the fuck even–

today is mary shelley’s birthday. honor her legacy by looking at the completely bonkers shit happening all around you and just saying well might as well fuck around and invent an entirely new literary genre

She was 21 when she wrote Frankenstein. She’d be 223 today.

wild-princess-dreams:

The difference in perspectives of gray hair.

This never, ever registers with me! I don’t lament each gray hair — I got my first one on my temples at age 14 anyway.

But I never imagine that anyone really likes it.

(Which is especially silly since women who begin going gray early are also very sexy.)

sporkklesofficialblogthing:

softestvirgil:

i-have-n0-idea-what-im-d0ing:

harryssugarplumbum:

my biggest pet peeve is when I call a boy pretty and about six people have their necks swivel all the way around on their shoulders exorcist style just to tell me that boys aren’t pretty they’re handsome

Hey!!

Boys are so fucking pretty

Boys are so fucking pretty

BOYS R PRETT Y IM A STRESSED BI AND I LOVE YOU ALL

Oh for crying out loud!  Of course boys can be pretty!  So can grown-ass older men!

Here’s a little gender tip from a craggy older man who can barely make it to “cute,” let alone pretty:

Men want other men to be handsome and get all freaked out that women like “pretty boys” because men think we have to be “worthy” and earn the attention of women.  But women, who aren’t particularly invested in men’s “worthiness trap” actually do like all kinds of men, including very pretty men.  This makes men anxious.  

TBH it often makes men anxious to be seen as “pretty” because they’re liable to catch hell from other men.  “Pretty boy” coming from other straight men is pretty much not a complement

But just like girls can be totally hot with a buzz haircut, ratty jeans, and a sweaty tank top, boys can be pretty as hell… and hot!

whyyoustabbedme:

Beautiful. We need to see more pictures like this.

Always going to tip my hat to attractive olde men.