I didn't realize it until now, but you're probably exactly like me.

So.

It's May.

14th.

Wow.

I don't even want to get into that right now.

So I won't.

Let's talk about life. Life is great. Big. Scary. A big huge pressure chamber, if you think about it. We worry. All of us. About the little things, the big things, nothing, and everything. I would list my worries for you but I don't want to depress anyone right now. I'd rather we all become so joyful we're bouncing on the balls of our feet (maybe not in the same time though - could you imagine standing beside me and all your other favorite bloggers [wink wink] and just giggling and hugging but wiggling on the balls of our feet IN THE SAME TIME with our heads all bopping and ah... That sounds lovely. But the idea of being out of sync with one another is wonderful too.).

Do you ever recognize something (about yourself or your views) and then you see it everywhere? You see it in the blogs you read, the exhaled cloud of what's supposed to be summer air, the sickness of a friend. You see reactions, emotions and experiences through the lense of your eyes and your brain makes the connection like yes. Yes I relate and I'm not as far off as I make myself believe!

I love it. I love how God turns my head as I confess my stress to Him. He points to all my friends and whispers, "Rose, he struggles too. And so does she. And her best friend. Her cousin. Her cousin's boyfriend's sister's pet turtle. You're not alone."

You're not alone either. I promise it. In fact, because we think we are alone, that fact alone makes us not alone because we're both thinking it. BOOM.

Where was I going with this again? I'm not sure it matters, but if you need something to pull out of this...

You are not alone. Don't let yourself believe there's any reason to be.

It's okay to stress. Stress means you're alive and you care.

You'll get through this, so make mistakes. Make decisions. MAKE GOOD ART.

I love your smile.

God hears you.

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I love how messy this post is! Don't you? Hey, if you're struggling or need a hand or just want to stare at something, sign up for my 15-minute power sessions. I just did one the other day with Sofia, and I thought it was great.

Have a great day, you bloody brilliant soul.

PS: If your cousin's boyfriend's sister has a pet turtle, give me a holla back.

PPS: I read All the Bright Places and it gave me great insight on human struggle, too.

The Best Experience in the History of Experiences

Last week, on September 13th, 2013, two amazing things happened. Niall Horan--of One Direction--turned 20! *sends glittery kisses into the wind* I didn't forget you, baby! I promise! I met up with the most amazing person that has ever come into existence . ^^^ *sniffles* Here is a photo of our good-bye hug. Kenz added the glitter. ;) My family and I had to drive about three and half hours, to get to our meeting place--which was a beautiful Barnes and Noble full of amazingly exquisite books [it was quite heavenly]. The whole trip there I was bubbling with excitement. Rocking in my seat, tugging at my hair, belting out the lyrics to any songs I knew when they blasted out of the speakers. I had a little brother to my left, a window to my right and a present in my lap--and a stuffed Pikachu at my feet. o.O Finally , we arrived at our destination. I cannot describe to you the feeling of walking up to that bookstore, and having a someone whom you haven't p...

silver linings

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...

"it's complete"

[ 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

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