This man weeps

This man weeps

I literally weep. I see the pain. I see the hurt. I see the invisible streaks that the tears left on many a cheek as they stream down my own. I hear the symphony all too clearly: Weep – Scream – Cry – Whimper – Sniffle – Groan – Sigh – Gasp… And feel my own breath shortening. I hear each silent cry a little too clearly, and it unsettles me.

Saluting the Queens

Saluting the Queens

Gentlemen, I’m just gonna lay this down straight. A lot of us expect to see a lady in all her refined prettiness 24/7. That just isn’t the case. For your sake and hers, if you expect her to be IG-perfect sans-filter all the time, then you truly don’t deserve her. You have to appreciate this: For her to be that damn pretty, she has to put in the work – and you have to put in the work with her.