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eurotrottest:

Aigoo you can’t be a nigga over 18 and try to court me when you have no domestic skills what type of nonsense is that? The fuck? Nigga I’m not your mother LMFAOOOOO

ladies please make sure your potential partners or soul mates or whatever will have the ability to do their share of housework. Shit like that is so important like I know yall don’t want your significant others not doing shit. Not cleaning. Not cooking. Not organizing that’s in bad taste honestly and this isn’t the Victorian era anymore.

If a nigga can’t pull his weight as a grown ass man and if he can’t do simple chores that require keeping a stable and comfortable environment for the both of yall then please drop him immediately. It’s disgusting. It’s childish. It’s pretty infantile.

This. Shit. Right. The FUCK. Here.

A post about romantic relationships

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helloelloh:

so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.

And its not really like that, at least not to me.

You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.

You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.

Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.

 In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep. 

Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.

There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together. 

You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one. 

Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.

But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your heart, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.

And I love that.

do you think you can be truly pro black and be with a white person?

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marfmellow:

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That’s a real good question…
I truly don’t know the answer to that but if anyone else does they are more than welcome to reblog and share their opinions. Any takers?

while I don’t think being with a white person inherently makes you less pro-black – I think your partnerships and relationships with white people make you more visible and therefore more privileged/having more mobility in our society. 

also – being with white folks romantically can be quite challenging because of set standards of beauty and desire being extremely white washed. In ways – you may come to realize your white partner as super average at best – not to mention their level of comprehension in regards to your journey through white supremacy and their ability to care for you while you’re being ‘anti-white’ or saying things that do not align with whiteness. 

of course your white partner could truly be an ally – but that requires on going work and unless you’re willing to repeatedly check your partner and make space to process – which is not easy – you’ll be dealing with whiteness in your face 24/7 on an intimate level which makes it harder to call out/hold folks accountable. 

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kieraplease:

Anyone remember playing HIDE and SEEK as a kid, and there was always that one annoying kid who would play and play and play all day… until it was his turn to be “it” then suddenly they hit you with the “I dont want to play anymore. This game is boring.” as soon as it was their turn to be “it”? Ive come to realize that some people never grew out of that. Some grown adults will be with you for their entertainment as long as possible, but as soon as it comes time for THEM to finally put some effort into the friendship/relationship then theyre suddenly not interested anymore and leave you and move on to the next person/thing. Its just as annoying now as it was when i was a kid

Whoa.

This

Yoooooo

Have you ever wanted somebody you couldn’t have?

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brightswitch:

Of course! That’s a fairly normal part of life for people who are inclined to “want” others.

I’ve gotten crushes on friends who didn’t return the feelings. I’ve gone on dates with people that went well only for them to decide I wasn’t for them.

I was absolutely smitten with my best friend for years. I used to say her smile lit up whatever room she was in, but somehow no one picked up on how bad I had it for her. She’s straight. It happens.

I’ve also had feelings returned but circumstances separate. They’re taken at the time. They can’t do poly. They aren’t ready for a relationship. They liked me years ago but now it’s too late and they won’t let themself indulge the feeling now that I caught up with them.

Fairly regularly I will talk to someone, and realize with a jolt that I am daydreaming about kissing them until they start to remember past lives. Notice that every friendly touch is warmer than it should be, that they smell like comfort. And I want these people to love me, or fuck me, but usually both.

It happens. All I can do about it is feel my feelings and nurture whatever dynamic I do have with the person. If they want to be my friend, I will be their friend. I will listen to them cry and give advice and hug them and bake them cookies. I’ll crack jokes and sing songs and play games with them.

I don’t wait for these people to fall in love with me. I don’t wait for circumstances to change.

I just feel my feelings and live life with them however they will allow me to. If they don’t want me there at all, I will do that too.