September 2010
5 posts
Shelter
This is just a small introduction to a story I’ve had in mind for a while and suddenly got inspired to detail up some more. Kinda hoping to get some opinions/feedback!
There’s a dog living across the street that’s called Cheetos. His owner, Max, is a good friend of mine. His job? Well he’s a hobo. Family business since 1951, in fact. Guy’s never known anything but...
reblog this if you're single, ladies!! < 3
Thank You For Running Away From Me...
You left the door open and set me free.
Turns out being a little more selfish was one of the best things that could happen to me.
I’m not talking “no sharing, me.me.me” type of selfish.
The bigger picture is that I always depended on someone to be my motivation for nearly everything I did. In the end, I tried so hard to be who others wanted me to be that I lost track of who I...
It's not social skills. It's called Confidence
I’ve used that excuse like everyone else, but a conversation with an old friend has actually brought this to light in my little brain, and, you know, the light bulb went bing.
There is no such thing as social skills. Really. There are things you’re good at, and things you know nothing about. So you have interests. And you have a level of confidence that comes with said credentials.
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