This is my silly pitbull/great dane mix, Nali, who will soon turn 2 years old.

If you knew how much self-discipline and pure FORCE it takes for me to simply go to the fucking store to get things I NEED…

I went to Walmart today and it was the worst thing I’ve had to do in weeks.


I’m not stuck up.
I’m not rude.
I don’t think i’m better than you.
I have social anxiety.
I’m uncomfortable around you.
So if you say something and I stutter, mumble, apologize profusely or ignore you, please don’t take offense.
I’m trying inside, but its hard to speak when you feel like your suffocating.
It’s annoying and scary and I have no control over it.
I wish more people understood this…


It’s not about the look of anyone else in Walmart as you walk through it with your sister on a busy and noisy Sunday afternoon, part of your renewed determination to get outside more and get in better health (physical and mental).

It’s not about the look from the security guard who you think sees…

"It may be safer, warmer and more comfortable, always living on the inside looking out, but after a while, the sound of the rain is just not enough anymore; you forget how it feels. And though you may never forget who you are, if you stay away from the world too long, you are guaranteed to forget who you were meant to be. Without others you will lose yourself."
adam stanley  Still Life with Plastic Roses (via iamadamstanley)
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Julie. LA. 2014. Leica M6. (by dtwoods)


lil piggy tippy toes…………