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In time, we are all in a hurry
Shallow time, jumping words, a few warmth, a quiet and peaceful, keep a quiet heart, not stained sad. --The caption A friend with a good relationship told me the other day that he wanted to quit his job. I suddenly remembered that three years ago in the summer, he gritted his teeth and bought a train ticket without a seat, holding a shoulder bag with a resume squatting at the door of the carriage bathroom. That year, my friend just turned 22, he went all the way south to Guangzhou, just to participate in a company's job fair.
By Joans3 years ago in Confessions
The Internet Just Replaced A Lot Of Things, Like Cookbooks
I was browsing through the recipe book section at Chapters when a budget-friendly cookbook caught my eye. It pleased my senses with its colourful cover, smooth and well-illustrated pages, vast content, and the “new book” smell that came from the inside.
By Shalin Thomas3 years ago in Confessions
Modern Day Mix Tape 2
For me, I travel through time and space through music. Music is my time travelling companion. The force that opens the portal. It is and always has been music. I am able to be moved from here to there most easily through what I hear. Music is how I travel through time. Music is my first love and my last love. I have had many loves in between where it started and where it will end, but it always has been and always will be music for me. My one true. That and Jesus, which goes without saying but I should say it. Considering Jesus loves music. "Don't be a prude- not when it comes to music" is something I think I have heard him say....
By Jamie LeFebvre 3 years ago in Confessions
being pregnant as a teen saved my life . Top Story - September 2022.
To say my childhood was challenging would be an understatement. I lived most of it being told that I was a mistake. That, single-handedly, I ruined the life of the person responsible for my birth by simply existing in this world that they brought me in to by no choice of my own. I wasn't just told, sometimes I was hurt. Transparently, the bruises were just icing on the cake that was all of the emotional damage I carried through the rest of time. The bruises didn't hurt nearly as much as everything else.
By EMandKids | AmazingAbigailGrace3 years ago in Confessions
I could not stay in that house anymore
I could not take my home life anymore. My parents were addicts and in my eyes, they cared more about their drugs than their own kids. This is how I felt for many years. I would notice how we just had nothing and both my parents worked and worked good jobs some years and we never had a pot to piss in.
By Kerrie G.Diaz3 years ago in Confessions
Sister or Super Hero
It’s never too late to become a Super Hero! I’ve had to become just that over the past year... and I feel like one too! And my name is actually Diana just like Wonder Woman. I’m also an Aries, daughter to Aries parents.. guess who Wonder Woman’s father is??
By The Vibe Podcast 3 years ago in Confessions







