Random-Beginnings

Every time you tear me down it only makes my walls stronger. Thank you for making me unbreakable.

Random-Beginnings

Your father can be there your whole life, right there in your life and you still can be without a father figure. Never know the feeling of a dad’s love. Never feel safe in your daddy’s arms. Never feel close to your dad, but feel more like an acquainted stranger that he tolerates (sometimes). Some little girls never get to have a real dad. Some little girls will never be a good girlfriend or wife. Some little girls will never fit in. Some little girls with try so desperately to find this feeling of love. Some little girls will even do things they never dreamed they would, something they swore they wouldn’t, just to hold on to someone in hopes that they would love them. Some little girls are starved for a love that’s not there. They will mistake other feelings and friendships for love because they want it so much. So girls you’ll never understand. Because they can’t even understand themselves. Some girls will forever be cracked and miss parts of themselves. Some little girls turn into lost women. Lost in the shuffle of the many people in this world, never finding what they are looking for. Some little girls just needed to feel the love of a dad that was there all along but never even bothered to care.

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Love is more than just a four letter word to be thrown around. It’s a noun and a verb. And what are verbs? They are action words. They show action, something being done. You want to show love? Stop fūcking speaking about it and start showing actions that prove it instead. I don’t want your words that mean nothing. I want your actions, they mean everything. Actions speak louder than feeble words ever will.

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Anyone have any suggestions on what kind of dog crate would be best for a growing Pitbull puppy? I would love to hear different opinions about it so I can pick a good crate. 
          
          Also, what are your opinions on collar verses shoulder harness for Pitbulls? What works best for you and your dog?

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So you think you know me? Because you've seen me cry? Because you know a few of my quirks and my little obsessions. Because you know a few secrets (that I've allowed you to know). You think you know me because you've seen my bare skin? Because you've watched me fall asleep? Because I confide in you sometimes because I feel like if I told anyone else my secrets would be revealed? You think I you know me because you've skimmed over my story. But have you learned to read in between the lines? Have you ever stopped to realize that icebergs are much bigger, much deeper than we first see? That the saying "tip of the iceberg" is quite actually the best phrase to describe some people, to describe me. I'm the book resting idle on your shelf collecting dust as you fill it with more books. Books that you will pick up and read and reread again and again. But you will forget that I am there. My chapters are too complex, too hard for you to understand. My words don't fit, they don't tell the story you want to hear. You skimmed over me enough to get the gist of me, but then you stopped before my story started. You come back to me sometimes when the other books on your shelf are missing but before you even get halfway through my first chapter you put me back down because you found one of your more interesting books to read again. So I collect more dust as my chapters grow with knew stores, more words that you will never read. And when someone asks you "is that a good book?" You say yes but when they ask you what it's about you're left stammering because you never actually read me at all.