Home Actor D.B. Woodside HD Instagram Photos and Wallpapers December 2020 D.B. Woodside Instagram - Part three/Final: It won’t look like it appears in the movies/tv. Or play out like in some sweeping romance novel. It will be quiet. Respectful. At times painful. But supportive. Always. Supportive. After all, the goal is to have your partners back. For them to have yours. In good times and bad. And let’s be honest, this year has been fucking catastrophic. My new friend cried a little. Thanked me for my long winded advice. And wandered off feeling a bit better. Perhaps even a bit more optimistic. I woke up. I wrote this down. Seemed like the thing to do. 🤷🏾‍♂️ Dear Reader, please take care of each other. I believe the kindness of strangers can alter the trajectory of someone’s life. Kindness. And communication. Happy Holidays. And have a blessed New Year. ❤️

D.B. Woodside Instagram – Part three/Final: It won’t look like it appears in the movies/tv. Or play out like in some sweeping romance novel. It will be quiet. Respectful. At times painful. But supportive. Always. Supportive. After all, the goal is to have your partners back. For them to have yours. In good times and bad. And let’s be honest, this year has been fucking catastrophic. My new friend cried a little. Thanked me for my long winded advice. And wandered off feeling a bit better. Perhaps even a bit more optimistic. I woke up. I wrote this down. Seemed like the thing to do. 🤷🏾‍♂️ Dear Reader, please take care of each other. I believe the kindness of strangers can alter the trajectory of someone’s life. Kindness. And communication. Happy Holidays. And have a blessed New Year. ❤️

D.B. Woodside Instagram - Part three/Final: It won’t look like it appears in the movies/tv. Or play out like in some sweeping romance novel. It will be quiet. Respectful. At times painful. But supportive. Always. Supportive. After all, the goal is to have your partners back. For them to have yours. In good times and bad. And let’s be honest, this year has been fucking catastrophic. My new friend cried a little. Thanked me for my long winded advice. And wandered off feeling a bit better. Perhaps even a bit more optimistic. I woke up. I wrote this down. Seemed like the thing to do. 🤷🏾‍♂️ Dear Reader, please take care of each other. I believe the kindness of strangers can alter the trajectory of someone’s life. Kindness. And communication. Happy Holidays. And have a blessed New Year. ❤️

D.B. Woodside Instagram – Part three/Final:

It won’t look like it appears in the movies/tv. Or play out like in some sweeping romance novel. It will be quiet. Respectful. At times painful. But supportive. Always. Supportive. After all, the goal is to have your partners back. For them to have yours. In good times and bad. And let’s be honest, this year has been fucking catastrophic.

My new friend cried a little. Thanked me for my long winded advice. And wandered off feeling a bit better. Perhaps even a bit more optimistic.

I woke up. I wrote this down. Seemed like the thing to do. 🤷🏾‍♂️

Dear Reader, please take care of each other. I believe the kindness of strangers can alter the trajectory of someone’s life. Kindness. And communication.

Happy Holidays. And have a blessed New Year. ❤️ | Posted on 22/Dec/2020 22:58:15

D.B. Woodside Instagram – Time for me to catch my train. Our drives to that little nondescript station were gratifyingly routine. You talked. I listened. You wanted to be the last voice in my head before I returned to a callous world I had unfortunately grown accustomed to. You’d drive slow. You’d always drive slow with your children in the car. Of course I know now this was simply your quiet stoic way of draining every last glorious second of that ephemeral moment. This was how you loved. Slowly. Carefully. Meticulously. When we arrived we would park & wait outside. I’d lean against the car & I’d soak up your old black man magic. I remember laughing hard that day but it was abruptly cut short. The train was pulling up. How I wish I could remember what I was laughing about. I’ve tried so many times but it’s gone. Lost in that little space in time. That space that only we shared. I hugged you. I didn’t wanna let you go. I never wanted those moments to end. I wanted time to downshift & reverse course. I wanted to be six again. I wanted to be that skinny quiet kid that would crane his neck upward simply to observe this tall, handsome, cool as fuck black man. I hugged you. I remember how small you felt. You’d been sick for a long time. Hanging on for your wife. For your children. I began walking down the terminal but stopped, gathered myself, faked that “actor” smile, turned & said, “Don’t you dare go anywhere, Pop. I’m not ready to lose you yet.” Normally this was when you’d smile back & say, ”Get on outta here boy, I’m not goin’ nowhere.” That was our way. I did my part. Walked down, stopped, gathered myself, faked that “actor” smile & said, “Don’t you dare go anywhere, Pop. I’m not ready to lose you yet.” That day… you lowered your eyes. You shrugged. That shrug shattered my heart like glass. I have never been the same. That was the last time I saw you alive, old man. I take long drives these days. I drive slow. I feel you with me. Giving me your old black man magic. The “actor” smile is fucking gone. I am unapologetically raw. With each passing day I become more grizzled & love more slowly. Carefully. Meticulously. After all, I am my Father’s son. Happy Birthday, old man.
D.B. Woodside Instagram – Part two: That is not love, my new friend. That is a special kind of sickness. Your beguiling imp tries to control you with emotional abuse. With gaslighting. With guilt. If they are uniquely skilled they will cast you with the ailments that they themselves possess. It’s maddening. And yet, when viewed from afar, strangely fascinating. Until it makes you physically ill. Again. And again. And again. That is not love, my new friend. They choose the strangest times to attempt “connection.” Always has a slyly, well timed, negative comment about your friends, your family. It won’t feel negative. It might even be cushioned by remarks such as “I don’t wanna be a shit-talker but..” or “I mean I want you to decide on your own but…” Anyone they might perceive as being more important than them. Note, perceive. My new friend, your beguiling imp doesn’t live in our world. They live in another world. One in which they control everything. Including fucking gravity. Feel me? They make the rules in that world. And their rules will change according to their tempestuous moods and whims. Try as you might, you will never have access to that world. It wasn’t set up that way. And in the end, your beguiling imp will slash, burn and run. They will always slash, burn and run when asked to live in a world based on shared responsibility. If you doubt that, look at their past relationships. No one should despise everyone that they ever dated. My new friend, they are not who they perceive to be. Again, note perceive. They never have been. And so, I have no feelings about them. Positive or negative. My sorrow lies with you. You can not fix that hole in your *own* heart by loving a ghost. Someone that does not exist. That is incapable of reciprocal love. Of a love that seeks to uplift, not one that seeks to destroy. Of a love that seeks to embrace, cuddle. Not one that seeks to stampede, shred. Of a love that seeks to stand and painfully communicate with the possibility of a blissful future. Not one that seeks to escape and overwhelm with the assignment of blame. LOVE. DOES. EXIST.

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