men vs boys print

this isn’t just a wall print.

this is a spine-straightener, a standard-raiser, a velvet-gloved slap to the face of every boy masquerading as a man.

it is a love letter and a war cry, wrapped in ink. a north star for the lost ones, a mirror for the real ones, and a reckoning for the ones still deciding.

this print doesn’t just hang on your wall. it preaches from it. it stands there, unblinking, watching the boys in the room shift in their seats and the men exhale in recognition.

it is not polite. it does not whisper. it roars the difference between the ones who hold you like you are truth and the ones who handle you like you are proof of their own desirability.

it will not let you date another boy who calls your strength “too much.” it will not let you be another boy who runs when the fire gets hot.

it will remind the real ones to bring wood. to bring matches. to bring their own damn flames and ask,

“how big do we want this to get?”

it will tell you that love is not a game, it is a gospel. that patience is an act of worship. that a man will not just undress you with his eyes. he will see you with them.

it will not let you forget that a real man will not weigh you down, he will help you carry it home.

this is not decor.

this is a declaration.

a dare.

a devotion.

hang it up and let it do its work.