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[via pinterest] I extend my hand. I'm reaching out. Waiting for them to grab on. They're slipping away. "Grab my hand." Please. "I need you." ... "Stay." ... "Don't leave me." ... Please, please, please. ... "I'm sorry." i'm reaching || why don't you reach back? thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

Because I love to torture myself, here are some photos of beautiful desserts/treats/sweets. [ all flawlessness via pinterest ]   It all looks so good... Especially those Reese's cupcakes. <3 What's your favorite dessert? :) thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

spinning and whirling screaming and twirling this looked more fun when someone else was doing this people whiz by time inches past when is this wonderful ride going to end? machinery works things slow down and the blobs that sped by focus into people now lifting the bar sliding out of the seat wobbling away with a wonderful feeling--I had too many treats up and down, twist and loop || oh that wonderful feeling when your stomach drops thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

{photo made by me, quote found on pinterest} What if someone said that to you. "No one's gonna love you more than I do." What would you say? What would you do? Would you deny it? Would you agree? Would your actions depend on who told you that? What would those words mean to you? what is love to you? || i have become obsessed thank you for reading this short post.                                                                                                                         xoxo,                                                                                                                                           Rose

[ photo via pinterest ] I flip through the pages of my book, sighing and letting the words blur my vision. A soft growl is heard above the slight breeze that blows my hair and waves the grass. I roll my eyes and close my book. "If you're trying to scare me again, it won't work." I listen to the small sigh but still jump back when he pounces on me. "Ah hah! And you said it wouldn't work!" I giggle as we roll around in the grass. I try to push him off of me, while he stubbornly hangs on. "Get off of me!" "No." We continue to roll, and that's when I notice our slight downhill incline. "Oh no..." I reach a hand out, clawing at the grass, trying to slow us down as we begin to slide instead of roll. "Oh--" His voice is cut off by the splash of our bodies, hitting the water. I lift my head above the pond water, gasping for air and managing to push him off of me. He turns toward me and l

because sometimes, pictures express how i feel, better than i can. when i'm happy when i'm alone when i'm hungry when i start something new when i wish i had more words when beautiful things fascinate me when i feel broken when i read when i feel like typing up a storm when i feel like dancing [ all photos via pinterest ] * * * have you ever just felt like climbing a mountain then screaming until your throat burns? i'm waiting for my mountain to come, so i can climb it. * * * thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

Here are some wallpapers for those of you who want to give up. thanks for reading. <3 xx Nicole Rose

[ photo via pinterest ] i want someone to tell me "i love you" and mean it. someone who will smile at me and hold me tight. someone who will link their fingers through mine and whisper sweet nothings into my ear. is that someone out there? are they looking for someone like me? someone who will smile and whisper "i love you" back? i just want to be loved ||  am i too young? thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

 a post inspired by this lovely photo. [ photo via pinterest ] sitting swinging singing head bowed arms hanging voice low thinking blinking shrinking gears turning eyes wide shoulders slumped where did it all go? * * * She doesn't want to look up, only for her eyes to find the dark and terrible surroundings she calls her world. She doesn't want to go back, to the dwelling where words were spoken and exchanged but never taken back. She doesn't want to sit there forever. But that seems like the best option right now. While she swings, she listens and thinks, sings and sinks, the only company she has is the rag doll under her fingertips. It looks worn--just like her. And torn--again, like her. And used--just. like. her. Yet loved--a foreign feeling that has been wasted. She lifts her head to look up at the dark sky, wishing the clouds would split apart and act merciless upon her. Instead, they seem as if to slowly zip open, lightl

[ photo via pinterest ] writing. exhaling words onto paper inhaling the smell of ink scribbling furiously shoulders tensing the pencil stops dead in its tracks words are hard writing ceases days pass by no words are exhaled no ink is inhaled the author is taking a break dreams occur inspiration is sparked writing begins again and it doesn't stop "it's complete" two words that mean so much sentences build paragraphs that build chapters that build a book that build a lesson, a story my lesson to you is || don't ever give up thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

a post inspired by two beautiful people [ here & here ] [ before you begin reading this post, please hit play on the video above :] *** Growing up. Such a thought scares me. To think, in just a few short years I'll be invited--or maybe shoved--into the scary world of adults. I'll have to decide who I am, who I want to be, what I want to do with my life, and so much more. I'll have to make hard decisions, and learn from the consequences. I remember the days when I wanted to grow up. To be responsible, and wear my big girl shoes. Now, I wish I could go back. To before, when things weren't complicated and all I had to worry about was making sure the bubbles I blew in my chocolate milk didn't overflow from the cup. Why do I have to grow up? Why can't I stay little forever? Why are things so complicated? Why, why, why? Why can't I keep my innocence? Why can't I stay young and flexible

^^^ That. I do that. I do that to myself. I shut down. I tell myself the same things. I get depressed. I tend to push others away, especially the people that I know actually care. Sometimes...life just gets so unbearable, yah know? You feel like nothing is worth the pain you feel. You're ready to end it. You're ready to feel that sweet thing called relief. You're ready to let it all go. Because, why hold on when letting go is so much easier? Sometimes, I want myself to let go. I want to feel that relief. I want to know what's like to be pain-free. But something--someone stops me every time. I wouldn't want to hurt them. I know they care--probably too much. So I hold on, for their sake. And pray relief comes soon. thanks for reading this dramatic--and hard to write--post. <3 xx Nicole Rose

looking out, among the people, watching them, interact with one another. they smile, and frown, and cooperate, ...or not. sometimes people can be so beautiful. other times people can be so...hideous. but it's not their looks i'm talking about. it is their heart. xx Nicole Rose

[ click here to read the whole story  ] Our eyes lock again, and my heart flutters rapidly in my chest. I feel like we're reading each other, like we're both searching. I think I've found what I was looking for. I look down at my notebook, quickly flipping it open and scribbling down some words. Some words for him. I feel the heat of his gaze but I keep writing, glancing up to look at the clock. I have to go in a few minutes. When I look up he's still there, wearily staring at me. I smile, ripping the page out of my notebook and holding it our for him. "That's my new address, with my number on it." I stand up when he takes the paper, picking up my things while I talk. "I hope you'll use it." He studies the paper, a smiling breaking across his face. "I will." "Good." I walk over to the nearby trash bin, dumping out my food then turning back toward him. But he's gone. Gone. But not forgotten. Is that ho

[photo via pinterest] stripes of red, white and blue. they flow in the wind. they twirl and leap, doing their own dance. if only i was as care-free as the flag. i could do my own dance. i could leap and twirl, fly and soar. all without caring. circles of exploding light, they boom and sparkle, they get 'oohs' and 'ahhs' as they do their own dance in the sky. they're free too, i think. they get to go up, and up, and up, until they stop, and decide to show their colors. i just want to be free. i want to twirl, and show off my colors, like the flags and fireworks have. i want to soar. to dance. to blast off. to feel true freedom. ...don't you? [ happy independence day ] stripes of red, stars of white || why do i have so many words to write? thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

Sometimes... Words aren't enough. Actions don't do justice. Seeing isn't believing. Other times... Words are fulfilling. Actions are the right thing. Seeing does make me believe. Sometimes... Pictures don't say any words. Hearing it doesn't mean anything. Touching isn't worth the feeling. Other times... Pictures speak thousands of words. Hearing the words do mean something. Touching is worth the feeling it gave you. *** Why do things tend be good sometimes but bad other times? Why can't anything be solid and complete, with no chance of change? I guess the world would be boring, if the odds weren't there. But if the odds weren't there, maybe I would take the risks. Maybe. take the risks || if you think it's worth it thanks for reading this interesting post. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

[photo via pinterest] "Come on." She says with a smile. "No." He states, trying to keep his scowl in place. "Yes." "I said, no." "Come on! I just want you to smile ." "Why?" "Because I need to get your picture." "Well, when you put it like that...NO." She sighs, lifting her head from behind the camera. "...please?" "No!" "Pretty please? With a cherry on top?" "I don't like cherries." She huffs. "You're stubborn." She states. "Not as much as you." He lets a small curve appear in his thin-lipped frown. She snaps the picture. "Hey!" "Sucker!" She laughs, turning and racing down the path. "Come back here!" He chases after her. They run around the yard. The girl giggles. The boy scowls. She manages to snap another picture. Then the boy jumps on her. They land side by side on the mu