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A small list of the things I am truly, madly, (and) deeply thankful for: *in no specific order* Life --the capability to breathe. The needs I have --the roof over my head, my loving family, food piled high on my plate. My friends --you, my fabulous reader, I am thankful for. Words --sometimes they are the only thing I can turn to. One Direction --...they make me happy. Books --oh those beautiful escape routes. Past experiences --though they haven't all been pleasant, those experiences have made me who I am today. Music --another escape. Purpose --I'm still looking for it. But when I find it, I know I'll be thankful for it. Tumblr --Tumblr knows what's happenin'. Those songs that explain my current situation --the lyrics seem to tend my wounds. Car rides with the windows down --and when I have sunglasses on...I feel like I'm in a music video. Surgery --because without it, my dad wouldn't be here. Josh Hutcherson --his face is beautiful....

So guess who missed their blog anniversary? This girl did! \(>_<)/ Not cool Rose. Not cool. *clears throat* So, a year ago on the 19th of November , I came up with the idea to start A Dancer's Pointe (which most of you know was the original name for this blog), as a side blog to my first blog evah, Loving Your American Girl Doll. At the time when ADP was created, dance was my everything but now... writing is my everything. >.< I can't believe after little over a year I have 78 followers, 16,631 pageviews, 245 published posts and 1155 comments (and half of them I never replied to :-[ ). You guys have blessed me so much with your words of encouragement and friendly enthusiasm. I wouldn't be here without any of you. So...thank you. Those two little words are all I have to offer you but I mean it. I honestly cannot thank you guys enough for all that you've done. You guys are dah best. :} thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pint...

via Zarek. Silent. Steady. Different. * * * Alright guys, say hello to one of my favorite self-made characters, Zarek. *waves* Hey Zarek! Now, Zarek here is the semi-star of one of my current-yet-not-current story/book in the process...project. o-o I shan't share with you the name because 1. I love it so much. 2. I like torturing my readers (sorreh). And 3. I don't even know what it means yet. So, hang in there guys. >.< Anyways, I wanted to share with you my character because...I am seriously so dry on creativity right now that I am sharing with you something from on of my previous creative endeavors. <-- I don't even know if I used this word right but it sounds cool. :} *clears throat* So, um, yeah. Here is a little snippet of Zarek in action. Note : This is a writing a progress, so it's rough. And also, all these words are mine and mine alone and if I see them reproduced anywhere I will probably explode and cry... Just so you know, you sh...

*We interrupt today's usual scheduled program so that Rose may sob/rant/express herself to you, her diligent reader. Beware of what lies ahead.* You know a book is great when your heart is ripped out and then fed to you--in the sense that only a true fangirl/lover of the book(s), who has really connected with the author, can feel and experience. I often wonder why I do this to myself. Why do I make myself feel these drastic and catastrophic emotions? I mean, I am constantly reading these beautiful , extraordinary words that consume my soul and have this power to break me apart and drown me in my own depression. Sometimes I tell myself it's pointless. The emotional experience attached to this epic journey is just not worth what it does to me. But I keep doing it. Because even though there are all these bad times, all these negative experiences that make me want to turn away, and not look back, I keep doing it. I keep doing it and I'd say it's worth it in the...

I'm different. Coloring. Expressing. Turning [away]. Concerning. I'm waiting. Listening. Praying. Breathing. Moving. I'm trying. Comparing. Convincing. Wondering. Confusing. I want to be me. But... I'm still trying to figure out who I am. thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

via The wrongness. The wrongness of it all. The situation. The gestures. The expressions. It's wrong. Something is wrong. Maybe I'm wrong. I'm usually wrong. I'm always wrong. I am wrong. I can't be. But I am. I can't be. But I am. thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

via staying up all night to finish a good book thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

There are the  open roads . And there are the  paths . Isn't it hard, to choose the one you need to travel upon? thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

via November means more school. November means NaNoWriMo! [I'M NOT READY YET! >_<] November means Catching Fire. [ ... *SOBS* ... ] November means Thanksgiving! [ Chicago, here I come! ] November means The Trap comes out! [ #FANGIRLINGBECAUSEGENEISBACK! ] November means cold-er weather. November means [more] sweaters and sweatshirts. What does November mean to you? thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin