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Mom writes a letter to entitled son to give him a ‘rude awakening’ and it’s going viral — Positive Outlooks

Parenting is a roller-coaster ride full of surprises. No matter how many child a parent have, raising each kid is like cruising on uncharted waters. Because each child is unique from one another, parents have to come up with versatile ways in handling and raising their children. Some parenting ways may work for others, while…

via Mom writes a letter to entitled son to give him a ‘rude awakening’ and it’s going viral — Positive Outlooks

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9 Things You Need To Know Before Dating An Outgoing Introvert

Described perfectly. I think I’m going to keep this article handy for potential dates 🙉

By Victoria Joslin,

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“I don’t know how to be anything other than intense. I don’t know how to experience without feeling too much and thinking too much. I am always searching, always questioning, and always trying to find the meaning in everything. I am passionate and I am deep, and sometimes I am misunderstood, but I am finally okay with that.”

So, the world has introverts and the world has extroverts, and then there’s us. Falling somewhere in between the lines.

We find people intriguing, but insanely exhausting.

We like adventures, but love peace and quiet.

We want to go out, but need to mentally prepare ourselves.

We are terrible at texting back, but can sit and listen to someone speak for hours.

We are outgoing introverts.

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Love Leaves (But It Always Returns)

Love left and came back with new eyes, with new hands. Love left and came back with a voice I did not recognize, with a heart I did not expect. Yes – love left, but when it came back I could not help but forgive it, for it was more beautiful than I had ever imagined; it was bigger than I had ever hoped.

You see, when love left it did not ask me to follow it, but I insisted. I tried with every bone in my body to convince it that I was worthy, that I was capable of making it last. I dressed my words in silken poetry; I tried to make it stay with prose and praise. I pleaded with love, like a nostalgic beggar just asking to go home again. But, love still left. It still slipped through my fingers. Continue reading “Love Leaves (But It Always Returns)”