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Sometimes...other times...

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.

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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

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  1. Anonymous3.7.13

    Interesting in an inpsiring way, Rosie. Your words always make me stop and think. And ponder. So thank you. Because that's what I should do!

    Andddddddd you're wonderful. Disagreeing will only make me say it again and again. Because it's honest and as true as the sun is the sun and the sky is the sky. o-o

    xxLeslie

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    1. I'm so glad. I never thought I could do that...

      *le sigh* I'm sorry. I've been told I'm a stubborn person...so I may keep denying you. :P I apologize ahead of time. I just don't think it's true--that I'm wonderful or flawless or amazing. Sorreh girly. :-/

      xoxo,
      Rose

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    2. Anonymous5.7.13

      *le smile* I'm stubborn, don't worry. Check this out, Rosie:

      won·der·ful
      /ˈwəndərfəl/
      Adjective
      Inspiring delight, pleasure, or admiration; extremely good; marvelous.

      Um, yes you are too wonderful. Because I sincerely believe it! <3

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  2. I agree with Leslie! Your posts always make me stop and think about life. I agree with everything you said; I wish I had the courage to take risks.

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    1. Wow...I'm so glad. Thank you so much. <3

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  3. Sometimes... I really just love your blog. Other times... I really just love your blog. :)

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    1. Awwwww! Thank you Storyteller. <3

      Your comment made me smile. :)

      xoxo,
      Rose

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