Haha! #throwBackThursday - Me and my dood for life- first days of college - @reubsgroove (Taken with instagram)
This lil freaking pack of candy. Change THOUSANDS people’s lives. Weird how things work out .. But in the big scheme of things .. 2 men’s lives were changed forever. #trayvon (Taken with instagram)
Picnics, ants, and umbrellas
I had it all planned.
Wake you up with breakfast in bed..
I tried so hard to get up earlier before you
I get the kids ready and pack lunches for the day in the picnic basket..
and I let you sleep and just be..
The kids start laughing at me because they hate the way I packed their lunches it’s not the same the way mommy does it!
I guess I don’t cut the corners right..
I don’t make the perfect squares or triangles..
I Get the car all loaded with all this fun stuff to do for the day.
Trying to get the kids together and still pack up quietly and make sure that you’re still asleep so I can surprise you..
It’s not your birthday..
Not some special day …
it’s just Sunday ..
Me. You. And the kids.
I finally wake you up with the long passionate morning kiss..
You make that little cute little grown sound like you’re just waking up and then “I dubb vuw too” falls from your lips while you’re still half asleep..
You always have that cute morning baby talk.
I tell you that I have a special day planned for us..
Everything’s packed away everything is taken care of all you have to do is just get ready, and eat breakfast we made. Sorry for the toast..The kids started fighting about the..nevermind
And of course just like the mommmy you are you ask “did you pack the kids lunches or do you want me to do it? I know they hate when you do it”. LOL
You take a quick shower. Just like you always do, you’re ready within 15 minutes..
In the car we’re making jokes, laughing singing corny songs. Throwing things at each other…
And that’s just us!
The kids are in the back - Hamming it up.. having a great time with themselves.
We get close to where we are headed and I tell you to slip on this blind fold..
You kind of give me a side eye but you’re more than willing to participate in the adventure..
To be continued…
"And people are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don’t know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage. […] Do you know what makes the prison disappear? Every deep, genuine affection. Being friends, being brothers, loving, that is what opens the prison, with supreme power, by some magic force. Without these one stays dead. But whenever affection is revived, there life revives."
— Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother Theo (July 1880)
(Source: gaws, via musicalinsomnia)
First of all. My damn cheeks hurt! #thatisAll on that matter
But I came home today(Wed 3/21) to see an awesome package from this beautiful woman that has taken over my body, my soul, and from the little hairs on my arm to the the tippy of all tippy toes..(yes I said tippy toes)
She makes me feel so good, and powerful, smart, artistic, 10 ft tall, and amazing.
I have never felt that damn good in my life. We have the same mind, we both think alike on so many levels, and are DEEP heart felt HOPELESS ROMANTICS. She literally makes my heart skip a beat a few hundred times a day.., What is intense is how REAL our love and connection is.
We can talk or facetime for hours, even though one of us I am the one that tries to get off the phone and she uses some sly ninja trick and next thing you know its 2 hours later and the birds are chirping. #Iloveit
And then after hours of phone time, we can text, email, facebook, twitter, Instagram each other through the day like we never skipped a beat.
I can’t wait for a long nights together, just being.
I can’t wait for our first kiss, and how crazy it’s going to be
I can’t wait to have random photo shoots of each other when the other isn’t looking.
I can’t wait to inspire others to just live. breathe, and be.
I cannot wait to be with her.
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd.
Can I say this!?
As a 31 yr old male..
She reads to me some nights…..#heavySIGH
She is an amazing writer and can explain the paint drying on a barn in Michigan
with ease as it flows from her mind to her pen.
She is amazing.
She is wonderful
She is my SOUL MATE
She is every FUCKING thing I have wanted in a woman.
Chicago and 4/27 here I come..
you all know how I sign out..
#SingleAndO ….fuck…. gotta change my tumblr name now! :)
I am 17 again.. and lovin it
Inspired by the quote
“the presence of your absence is everywhere”
Ha! I am some gangsta ass tatted up single dude(please use that word gangsta loosely please. over.)
But I don’t know what has came over me lately, but I have recently..
been..can we say smitten?! *no homo*
You know that feeling right… right before you are about to go over a roller coaster?
That feeling when you know you aced that big test in chem lab, and you turn the paper over to see a shitty grade..
That deep feeling when you’re out to dinner and reach into your pockets to find no
wallet or id.
Or that feeling when accidentally or purposely, or by some weird law of attraction, someone comes into your life, that.. well..fuck changes you..
Now, have I said these words before about anyone?
NO.
Have I felt so strongly about a person, that I myself, get lost in each gasp of breath they take, or each crick of a smile that gives me that oh so good feeling in your body, like you are just about to go over the edge of that roller coaster..
Hold on.
Keep your heart on your sleeve at all times.
Please stand up, and open doors, and say goodnight, and leave long voice-mails accidentally because you’re awkward, and say stupid things to see them smile.
When the ride is over, please lift the arm restraints put your arms around each other so tight that Andre the Giant would be jealous. wrastling..who fucking says that anyway?! LOL
I want a slow kiss telling me all about your day without..saying a word..
I want an never ending paint brush to tell stories of our adventures.
I want trips to the farmers market for dinner.
I want to learn to play the guitar, just to play bad and make you laugh.
I want lazy afternoons filled with coffee spills and tangled necklaces.
I want long nights at the computer with a quick look across the room telling me you know my struggle and appreciate my work and craft.
I want long walks on the beach not holding hands but closer then ever.
I want to make people jealous with how easy our love is.
I want morning breakfast with fancy sounding foods we found out of a cookbook
I want knitted booties. I want sammiches cut in lil shapes.
I.. want.. you.
I have never really wished upon stars, and those fucking fountains are great for gumball machine trips, but right now, I am just wishing..
wishing you were here.
next to me. silent. But I know you will be soon, I know the page will turn, and I know this is jut the beginning, but this is the best part. In the industry we like to call it the calm before the storm. I got my umbrella.
Right at the top of the hill before you go down. Click.Click. Click. Click..
slowly there’s no more clicks. I can’t wait to go down this ride
*puts hands up*
#Singlean— we will get back to that later..
#SingleLife and lovin it..
So I mean shit, I am single, I should be happy right!?
Well HELL YEAH, I am happy, this last few months have been awesome!
And no I don’t mean in the “I just slept with thousands of women” awesome, I just mean, that #SWAG, that *insert that fancy french word* is back with me and I am loving it.
I think other people are noticing it as well.
Women, are coming out of the woodwork, out of hidden lil nooks and crannies I totally forgot about, recent blind dates, and even a possible Facebook cupid match game that might be in the works *update later*.
All and all it has been fun, I really think the Hawaii trip really changed me..
that might sound cliche, but I have a new found spirit inside me, a new battery charge I wasn’t aware of. It could be connection with the new year and big things and movies coming soon for Discreetly Greek, but either way it feels good, and I hope it doesn’t stop!
What I have noticed is, if my SWAG is on point, then the ladies notice it, and what is weird is.. then the other ladies notice it, like some pheromone has been released in the air and all the hating ass females have to pussy block (is that a term?). I don’t mind it, but it definitely helps me make better decisions on who I am going to lunch with or walking around with at work, I mean shit, perception is reality, and if they are perceiving me being some catch to chat to the hot girls, they want in too..
Women. Gotta love em.
#SingleandOut
Live. Plan. Party #Priorities
- My #2012Motto -
Live for Today, Plan for tomorrow, Party Tonight! - Drake “The Real Her”
Shirt is on sale at Redbubble!
http://www.redbubble.com/people/integralapparel/works/8277574-live-plan-party-priorities
Proudly Printed on American Apparel
Really?! #IsitTHATserious
So this post started as I did some simple google searches for the word Black men just to see what America and Google really thought of us. So the easiest thing to do is to type in what you think others would be looking for.
I wouldn’t say I was shocked, but it brought to me more of a realization that we as a society see everything BLACK & WHITE.
When we speak of Interracial relationships it always starts with African Americans Blacks and whites. Not too many times do you see the discourse begin with Native Americans (the lost race), Hispanics, or even Asians. Which is Ironic since for some time now, they have been known as the “Model minority”.
But why do we obsess so much of Black and white interracial relationships?! Is it because years ago, it was taboo, and now we are social constructed to not mix races? hmmm #shakeshead
I know why I know why!! *raises hand feverishly*
Because.
We are soooo damn hung up on OTHERS, and what SHE/HE is doing that we can’t even take someones PREFERENCE as face value. I mean damn, we sit around all day everyday watching these damn REALITY TV shows just so we can see how others live, we Facebook stalk peoples photos we don’t even know(victim).Yes we all know a few friends that date simply for physical reasons (Big Dicks, gives head, easier, big booty etc)but lets leave the shallow slappies in their little bubble till it bursts in their face.. #carryon
You see a white woman with a black male, obviously someone would call her a trophy girl, or other expletives. If you flip the script, if you see a Black woman with a white man, automatically people call out “gold digger”. It’s sad that we attach the social symbols to interracial dating, yet we never complain that ol Bootsie down the block always dates chicks with big boobs (victim again), or that fine chick that will never look at dudes anyone under 6’5”. I think we forget that we all have a preference, and yes, a few bad apples will spoil the bunch.
- The white girl who only dates BROTHAS for a baby with mixed hair
- The Brotha that refuses to date sistas because of “Angry Black Women Syndrome
But I mean damn, I love brunettes, but no one gives me the stink eye when I pull up to Xmas dinner with a new one, it’s just my preference.
As someone who is a product of a interracial relationship I should of at least have a free pass to skip the VIP every line time since technically I am both races, but yet even I get snickers and “dookie face looks” from chicks shaking their head because I am with that white devil (I have heard that before)
I don’t know about you but my relationship, getting buns, building a bench team tactics are very few and far in between and mostly I date ANYONE that seems to like me anyway, so how bout we open up are eyes and enjoy EVERYTHING that is out there..
i mean shit.. we are all 50th cousins when it comes down to genes anyway
#dontjudgeme
Take care
#SingleandOut
