haahahahahaha my dear god.
What happened that night? Your final night.
Double, treble exposure
Over everything. Late afternoon, Friday,
My last sight of you alive.
Burning your letter to me, in the ashtray,
With that strange smile. Had I bungled your plan?
Had it surprised me sooner than you purposed?
Had I rushed it…
(Source: tellhimtoshrug)
And when it is said, let it be said
That my heart raged without limit
That my heart encompassed all it met
That my passions obeyed no bounds.
Eight months ago, I was dreamy and wide-eyed and helplessly, hopelessly grateful and anxious and excited and terrified, wondering if I’d made the right decisions and if I’d come to regret what I’d chosen to let go of and what I’ve decided to hold on to. Eight months later, everything I let go of…
You don’t need a business plan. You don’t need to have an MBA. All you need is a great idea. Anything is possible and you can accomplish it.
- Ron Conway
