After 10 Years, Here's Why I’m Over Online Dating
This is more like 20 years for me. Add in the fact that I’m black and yeah, I’m single af. I had better chances in Europe, which is why I plan on moving there this year 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
This is more like 20 years for me. Add in the fact that I’m black and yeah, I’m single af. I had better chances in Europe, which is why I plan on moving there this year 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
This woman is engaged to a lovely and loyal man. Why is this important? Because homegirl likes to smell and CHEW ON dirty diapers. What👏🏾the👏🏾fuck👏🏾 I guess I’ve been doing it wrong. In order to keep a man, I’m going to have to start liking the smell and taste of dirty diapers.
One of my best friends believed that George Clooney was gay because at the time, he was just running through women. I told her that he hasn’t found the right one. Years later, Clooney got married, and she said it was timing, because he was ready to settle down. I responded by saying that his wife is a hot, intelligent lawyer with her own money so of course he would want to claim that. But then she brought up the fact that most of my past relationships ended with the guy breaking up with me, insisting that it was timing. I said no, they were assholes, and this article reiterates my theory.
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Since I’m off from work because of the insane amount of snow today, I’m going to hunker down and binge watch Making a Murderer while eating leftover Chinese food and two Peter Pan donuts…you know, like normal people do during a blizzard. #snowpocalypse #2016 #jonas #likenormalpeople #snowday #netflix #binge
Fette Sans, Untitled, 2015.
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Symptoms of love: firstly, the catastrophic inability to distinguish between love and lust, between observation and omen, between necessity and contingency. Later, the sense that it is provocative for the beloved to walk down the street, in the aura of his beauty; anything could happen in this dangerous situation. Feelings of disorientation. Feeling the duty to invent a new language in which to describe the beloved, inevitably getting stuck in the customary language, the conjunction of the worn-out old language and the unformed but necessary new language producing hideous mutations, purple prose. Wetness, slipperiness, not just in the anatomically predictable places but in the edges between one thing and another thing, this new edgeless conception of things making the vowels looser, the joints looser, loosening also any vestigial respect for “private property.” Leaving shops with your pockets full of free jewelry, with which to decorate yourself for the beloved. Or, under duress and for similar reasons, buying new clothes.
Hannah Black, from K in Love, for the New Inquiry, February 2013.
Yes…