Real Love     By: Y. Black

My love for you runs deep

For you a passion burns in me hotter than the sun

I can’t deny my urge to serve and have you serve me

So driven you are

Strength that goes without saying

I want to see you win and inversely you want the same for me

You carry an entire people on your back I’m not sure if you know it

Can I talk about the physical you?

Your melanin is a badge of honor

Light to dark I love it all

Full lips I so adore to kiss

Sexy hips my hands love to grip

Hair thick and full from loose curls to tight curls

I love it all

Nobody does sexy like you

No amount of plastic surgery can recreate the beauty that is you

I was raised by a beauty black woman

I will marry a beautiful black woman

One day I hope to raise my own beautiful black woman

I know sometimes you may lose faith in us

Sometimes we let you down

But please don’t give up on us

And if ever in doubt just remember

My love for you is real

The stroke of midnight: Watsky’s new album, X Infinty, is officially out.

Trust me, this bonus track alone is worth the price. It’s a nearly 10 minute long track about a robot apocalypse & saving themselves and the liquor. It is the This Is The End of rap songs: you’ll be crying about how fucked up this apocalypse is as you hold your sides sobbing with laughter. I went to summarize it, but really, I’ll just let their lyrics speak for themselves…cause this shit is genius.

Adam, ha
I didn’t mean to scare ya
Dude, that’s not a robot
It’s just Iggy Azalea
Must’ve hid up in the bar
To learn about who we are
Then report back to the captain
Of the folks attackin’ my favorite rap stars
Oh shit
Hit her with some fuckin’ duct tape
She came to sing-rap
And give us all some undercut fades
Lo-fi beats transmittin’ telegraphic autotune
Help, she’s inside my head
And I don’t think I am immune
Been repo-d
And I think I’m in deep
I am weepin’ at the seams
Forfeitin’ my dreams  
Of keepin’ the streets G-code
Only way to outrun it
Is doublin’ up on the track
Any and everyone get up and meddle
I mean just puttin’ a pedal into it
Now we taking over the tempo and tunin’ it
Never gon’ let a lesser lemon ruin it
So I’m inducin’ it
Doomin’ em all, I’m undoin’ it, deuces I’m dippin’
Who comin with the kid? I’m out
Headed to dojo
Diggs got pistols hidden in his fro though
These robots think we’re bitch, Diggs, gimme some loko
And let me borrow your Jefferson robe, bro, I’m goin postal
Bay boys ‘bout to put this barrel into some fuckin blowholes

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up, cash
You see I’m trimmin’ my mustache up
I heard all these newly brainwashed rap chicks are really down to fuck (oh no!)
I comb the pistols out the fro and they sittin’ on the table
And there’s two cheesesteaks out in a fully gassed up LeSabre
I’m ready to ride on these haters, let’s go
But you better drive cause you already know
That apocalypse or not, when I’m behind the wheel
My black ass is sure enough gonna get stopped
And we ain’t got the time and the tags are expired
You know how it is, I am really not tryin’ to die today
By cop or by a geek robot
Whoa, stop
Lemme go bottle up this kombucha I’ve been brewing on the back porch
Grab the backpack out the closet, it’s got all of our passports
I’ve been plannin’ this for a minute, seen the writing on the walls
If we survive and find a civilization, they’ve got to know who we are
First, we swoop up Chinaka
In case we need some muscle
Or some reason, or anything other than our indiscriminate hustle
Then we roll through the hood real slow bumpin’ something all of these monsters know
Like a Watsky song? Lo and behold, they’ll follow our car wherever we go
Let’s lead em out to Napa and let em gentrify that bitch up
Start the car, homie—no, we are not stoppin’ for any swishers
Or a McFlurry, blood; there’s no time for that shit
Hold up, there go Nak right there, pull over.
Ayo Nak!
Ayo Nak, get in the car!

Ay Rafa, get backseat
Make room for ya
 fam, friend
I’ll give you this McShake and the end of
 my Hansen
Now what the fuck y’all talkin’ it’s the
 of the world
I been on Pinterest tendin’ to the
End of
 my curls
I mean the sky is always purple
People runnin’ on vapors
I mean the Tribune been gone
I ain’t gon’ read it in the papers
Nothing’s all that different, been the same for black women
When apocalyptic breakfast follow revelation dinners
The lights been out
The water smellin’ of flint
Exquisite corpses layin’ where the bodies had been
No bombs over Baghdad, just drones with grenades
So when life give us citrus, we learn to drop Lemonade
So, okay fellas, shall we get in formation?
Bump some pied piper R up out the trunk this scraper
Do the end of the world stylin’ in our fitteds and gators
Lure these stupid mufuckas on a goose chase
Use whatever’s already in our suitcase
I got this old-world jones for this open road
And my flow so cold, we don’t need AC
I popped fo’ No Doze, I’ll read this formal prose
Bet you Butler knows how to make us free
A Lauren Olamina in Trumped up world
A black magic woman still bein’ called girl
But the only constant is change, Holmes
So let’s get the supplies and then dip up out our Bay homes
Got the earthquake kit and six gallons of gas
I got Diggs in the driver and Raf in the back
Got this passenger seat
 and the last of these sweets
Go north, Daveed, just gun it til wine country
Do it movin’ fluid, like turfin with iDummy
It’s the Bay moves we learned as natives gon’ keep us safe
It’s that forty water-water and an instrumental tape, let’s go
They’ll get tired behind us
I mean half of ‘em hybrid but n*gga, most of ‘em wind-ups
We got nothin’ but power, we got nothin’ but time
I got Kwudi’s new beats and Music of My Mind
But nothin’ left in Napa but the scent of the grapes
No palate-cleansing tapas for discriminate taste
Nothing left in Calistoga but one popped bubble
We got just two dudes and like, one Nak, trouble
Like how the hell we suppose’t repopulate humanity
The two of y’all and me, that’s like, actual insanity
Like ew
That’s really gross, guys
It’s like
Not Diggs
And not Rafa
Not nobody else
Just Getback
Just doin’ it stylin’ in wine country with
Nothin’ else

PCap Night Cap.... “Baby it’s cold outside”

It is so cold outside right now 12 degree F (-11 Celsius) and I need some warming up.

With a bit of  smiling smolder

Some Gorgeous eyes

Maybe a bit of tongue

And we can’t forget some delicious neck 

and a bit of dark curls

I think I will take the whole package

I’m not cold anymore

Nighty Night and Kissy Kiss My Dear Followers

Stay Warm

some more (shorter) 18x18 thingies

  • Luke would pick Ashton up and carry him around like. all the damn time
  • and Ashton would sometimes just run and jump onto Luke’s back and cling to him like a lil koala bear and Luke easily balances him like it’s nothing
  • everyone is impressed
  • Luke giving Ashton so many forehead kisses
  • Luke resting his chin on top of Ashton’s head
  • like I said before I think Ashton takes shit care of his glasses and that’s why he just doesn’t wear them often
  • but then he can’t fucking see
  • Luke is that boyfriend who carries Ashton’s glasses with him just in case so if they’re out somewhere and Ashton is squinting then Luke can be like “here baby I brought your glasses”
  • also Luke cleaning Ashton’s glasses for him bc Ashton can’t be bothered to do it himself
  • Ashton leaning on his tippy toes to kiss Luke’s nose
  • Ashton sitting on Luke’s lap (a lot)
  • cloth sharing
  • hand holding cuteness
  • cute dates on the weekend where they go shopping and share a huge milkshake or ice cream sundae 
  • Luke always, always playing in Ashton’s curls
  • i mean it’s a fuckin obsession
  • Ashton is very grateful for the random scalp massages
  • make-out sessions in the backseat of Luke’s car
  • getting each other off in the backseat of Luke’s car