Strange and Mothafuckin Majestic.
Strange and Mothafuckin Majestic.
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After a lot of rain here in FL these baby frogs appeared. They eerily all faced the same direction.

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After a lot of rain here in FL these baby frogs appeared. They eerily all faced the same direction.

Can you just keep your opinions off of the internet? They're fucking garbage.
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yolesoteldo:

Dear Cutie-Pie,
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
You.
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Daddy
Happy International Women’s Day

yolesoteldo:

Dear Cutie-Pie,

Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”

It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

And I got angry.

Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”

Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)

If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.

Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting:

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.

I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.

I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.

I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.

I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.

I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.

In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:

You.

Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.

Your eternally interested guy,

Daddy

Happy International Women’s Day

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worst pain imaginable

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gnarticuno:

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keep-it-t0-y0urself:

gnarticuno:

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thatdudeemu:

youbetternotbringyokids:

Bro I really don’t care what people think.
This site, along with Facebook is for those times in life that I have a few extra minutes to spare. So I hop on and see what’s up
I don’t live on the interwebz

gnarticuno:

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keep-it-t0-y0urself:

gnarticuno:

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thatdudeemu:

youbetternotbringyokids:

h0odrich:

white people willingly refrain from throwing…

You know wrong my friend.
You don’t actually know me. You just know I’m up late on a blog site because I can’t sleep.

if you can’t sleep then provide the links, fool 

Dude, I’m dealing with a crappy iPhone 4 that can barely keep Facebook open for 3 minutes.
I can’t even see my layout on this thing.
I’ll do it tomorrow
Oh wait Monday
I’ll be with fam tomorrow

thinktowin:

gnarticuno:

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keep-it-t0-y0urself:

gnarticuno:

thinktowin:

thatdudeemu:

youbetternotbringyokids:

h0odrich:

white people willingly refrain from throwing…

You know wrong my friend.
You don’t actually know me. You just know I’m up late on a blog site because I can’t sleep.

In no way is it racist. I call someone who is very close best friends to me, basically 2-3 people max, "my niggas". It's also true, the entire black community from what I've seen uses the word multiple times in almost every sentence I've heard be spoken. So what's the problem if some white dude says it in reference to his best friend?

gnarticuno:

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gnarticuno:

the black community uses it as a term of endearment. the word was used to hurt and hold us back, we took it and made it our own. if you want to use the word with your friends in your private quarters then that’s fine but you should have enough respect for black people to know the history and know that you should not be saying a word that would make you look like a massive asshat and don’t give me that bullshit about how you “don’t care” because you cared enough to get in m inbox about it. swerve, brah 

I do know the history though.
I’ve legit sat with black friends of mine who’re very deep into their culture. They’ve brought tears to my eyes.

But it’s the fact that we’ve got to get over these labels man. You’re not black to me. You’re human.
I’m not white. I’m human.

I have respect for any human not to call them a racist labeled word.
But I’m not going to restrict my vocabulary because I’m worried about hurting someone’s feelings. Especially if it isn’t even the real word that was used in the hateful manor.

You’re not black to me. You’re human.” 
fuck all the way off with that bullshit “colorblind” rhetoric 

and you obviously have no respect for POC if you feel like you just have to use that word because you feel like you should be able to and god forbid if anyone calls you out then it becomes “labels man, labels” you’re practically insufferable at this point because you’re so oblivious to your own bullshit. 

Too bad it’s the real way I feel. You’re choosing to take this out of proportion.

Look at it like this.
Dogs. There are big dogs and small dogs, dogs of many colors and dogs of one color, dogs with different colored eyes, and mixed breed dogs.
But they’re all just dogs. One species of animal.

Just like us. Were all incredibly different. But were all human.

dogs, dogs, dogs. 
you’re relating a social issue to dog breeds. you’re out of it. WAY out of it.
you keep talking about differences as if you understand them but you refuse to understand the fact that you don’t refer to a girl as a “bitch” a lesbian as a “butch” and you don’t use “nigga” you don’t have respect for anyone differences because you want us all to view the world the same as you do…as a colorless landscape where everyone is JUST. LIKE. YOU 

No no no bro I don’t want everyone to be just like me. That’s what you’re not getting. I, MYSELF, don’t see color in people. I know it’s there of course. I can obviously see it. But when I meet a person, I don’t judge from color. I judge from values, the firmness of a handshake, how well a person carries themselves.
Of course you’re black and I’m white
I just choose to overlook that and think about things that go deeper, like your blog name and mine. Your daily interests and mine. Your favorite foods and mine.

Maybe “social interests” are tearing this country apart.
Maybe if everyone did look passed color for just a moment. Then we could actually get this country in working order.
A truly free country without the worry of big brother coming down on us and shoving pills down everyone’s throats, and fluoridating everyone’s water to dull them.