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January 29th. Doesn't sound too significant, does it? Well I am going to change this date's meaning. Today is the day my flawless Mackenzie was born! #thisdaynowmeanseverythingtoyoudoesntit ? ;) And here's the birthday girl now. Do NOT ask how I got this photo. You really don't want to know... #stalker Our dear Mackenzie Rae is now 17 years old. *spits water at computer screen then frantically wipes it away* WHAT?!? WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT...this can't be true. No no no, it can't be. Nope. I can't believe this. I refuse to even consider the possibility that with every passing second my beautiful baby is getting older. O-O *cough* Oh, but it is. The realistic part of me is scowling as it realizes the truth hidden beneath the earth and in between the layers. Time is passing us by all too fast and my dear Mackenzie truly is, seventeen. (I was going to share this totally unrelated song called "Seventeen" by Marina and the D

via I cannot tolerate it when someone sits on my bed.    I can't sleep with my socks on--no matter how cold it is. I hate it when I'm concentrating on my task, rather than listening to and enjoying the music that's being blasted in my ears.    Dog hair. Tiny, itty bitty devils they are. I hate it when someone is better than me and they know it.    I hate how long it takes to learn things. About 90% of it is pointless. I really, really don't like it when a certain somebody calls them-self ugly or fat or a "flaw-mess" I seriously cannot coincide with such talk.    I don't like it when people talk about me as if I'm not in the room. I'm here. Acknowledge me. I hate feeling bad about myself yet I find the cruel pain satisfying.    I hate how I can smile on the outside but on the inside I'm falling apart. I hate how in one minutes the world is crashing down on me, the seas of my own tears drowning me...    And in the next m

Sometimes I find myself wiggling around for no reason. Or I'm making weird faces to myself while I shuffle our old deck of cards. Sometimes I find myself with my fingers in my hair, twirling and twisting, attempting to make my tangled locks into something pretty--or maybe I do it just to busy myself. Lately I've found I can't stop singing (unless I'm concentrating really hard). I look at my reflection in the bathroom, studying myself, just for a few minutes. My face, which drops to look at my shoulders, rib cage and so on. Again, my fingers are in my hair, attempting to make it look I remembered to brush it after I took a shower. My hips are getting utterly wide. I've let myself listen to " (Kissed You) Good Night ", even though I teased my sister for listening to it. In random moments in time, I find myself, turned out, gripping a shelf or chair or digging my fingers into the wall as I study my legs. I like to see how long I can balance on my

Hello! Today I am going to show you how to add a post divider between your posts in blogger! What you'll need: + A photo + At least a small understanding of codes (and if you have no idea how to work with codes, that's okay! I'll try to make this as simple as possible. :}) 1. Create (or even choose from your photos) a photo you'd like to do use for your post divider. My photo looks like this: 2. Next, upload your photo to Google (or any other photo carrier site). 3. Once your photo is uploaded, open a new tab and log into your Blogger account. 4. Go to Template >> Customize >> Add Css then paste this code into the box: .post { background: url( IMAGE URL ); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: bottom center; margin: .5em 0 1.5em; padding-bottom: 5.5em; } 5. Now, go back your photo on Google, right click it, then select "Copy Image URL". 6. Go back to Blogger and paste that code into w

If you would have walked up to me two years ago and said my best friend was going to be a flawless ginger who obsesses over books and the arms of beautiful boys, I wouldn't have believed you. ( Because come on, who would say such a thing? ) But if you told me that now...I'd probably block you out so I could focus on texting mah baby. Because this amazing soul who has the privilege to listen to me complain, and whine, and explode everyday, is my best(est) friend. Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to mah dearest, most flawless HG Buddy, Mackenzie . ( and Molly ) ^^ Yeah, um, Kenz, remember when you sent me that photo and you told me not to save it? Well uh... I kinda saved it. >.< ^^ And just for the fun of it here's a photo of us together. (plz ignore mah...face) *sniffles* I miss you. <3 Now, today is a very special day, for Mackenzie and I. You see, it's our Friendship Anniversary (*squeals*) and I am just--SO FLIP

They're sorted, because when I saw them I saved them for future use and then never got around to using them. So... Enjoy. [all photos via Pinterest] -- things / places -- flowers / plants -- people -- drawings

via Visit a foreign place, And mimics their accents? Be a tourist And take photos. Lots and lots of photos. Get lost in crowds. Try new foods. Buy [expensive] clothes. And at the end of the day, Be able to say we visited a new place. thanks for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

Hello! Today I am to share with you how to customize colors of your text selection!       Don't know what text selection is? When you click and drag across words on a page, to select text, text selection is that blue and white overlay. Instructions: 1. Log into your blogger account and select the blog in which you'd like to customize. 2. Go to Template >> Customize >> Add CSS and paste the below code into the box. 3. Save your changes and voila ! ::moz-selection { background: #EEEEEE ; color: #999999 ; } ::selection { background: #EEEEEE ; color: #999999 ; } ^^^ See the numbers and letters in bold? Those are colors codes. They're customize-able. :} To change the color of the background of your text selection change BOTH of the "#EEEEEE" in the code to your preferred color choice. And to change the color of the text, change both of the "#999999" in the code. Here's an example of customized text selection: