Self Known

Do you remember me? The girl who watched. Waited. Hoped. Prayed.   Do you remember the words we shared? Our exchanges. Glances. Nods. Gestures. Do you remember what I looked like? The dull color of my eyes. The height difference between us. The freckles on my nose. Do you remember what it was like to see me? The sharp inhales. Steeled glances. Small smiles. Do you miss me? I miss you. So much. It hurts. I wish I could have stayed. I wish I could have gotten to know you better. I wish I could have said   the things that were on my mind. But I kept my mouth shut. Something I regret, even months later. Do you regret? Part of me wishes you do. Part of...

+ + + There's so much more I could add to this list, because I wish to be so many things. Heck, I could write a book series about what I want to be, and I'd die before I could even get it all out (seemingly dramatic, but very true). But if there's one thing I've learned over the course of the past few crazy months, it's that I'm here right now, being me right now . If these are the things I want to be, why I can't I just be them? I think part of me is still scared (of others and of success), which is why I keep holding back. Everything is a choice though - so, I have a choice here, don't I? I can choose to continue being afraid. Or I can choose to be who I want to be. What's your choice? xx Nicole Rose

{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,                                                   ...

[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...

in·spi·ra·tion /ˌinspəˈrāSHən / Noun 1. The process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, esp. to do something creative: "flashes of inspiration". 2. The quality of having been so stimulated, esp. when evident in something: "a moment of inspiration in an otherwise dull display". Inspiration helps me write blog posts. Well, it help me write in general. Inspiration is this wonderful sensation I get in the pit of my stomach. It's a nagging feeling that tells me I could do or make something creative, maybe even something that's beautiful. I try to act on that feeling. I try to do something inspiring. I try to give back. What about you ? What's your inspiration? inspire me || do something creative thank you for reading. <3 xoxo, Rose

{ picture via pinterest } Color. It's vibrant. It's eye catching. It's beautiful. It shows depth. It enhances our life. It adds to your view of the world. But what makes color, color? Who decided pink should be pink, and blue should be blue? What makes green so different from red? How could you describe color to someone? Color. Tint. Hue. It is unique. It is bright. It is dull. It is part of anything. It is part of everything. It is special. And I know I take it for granted. ~ ~ ~ Red. I tell myself, dipping my paintbrush into the color and slowly lifting it to the wall. I make a long, thin arch, ruining the clean, whiteness of the barrier that stands between us. Orange. I put this color right underneath the last, mimicking the arch movement. Yellow. Green. Blue. I make short, quick motions with the brush, lining each color up next to the last. I put a dash of purple here and there, letting out my frustration an...

A year ago, today, We saw each other. We said hello. We nodded. I smiled. You stared. Then I walked away. I miss you. I still love you. I hope you can say the same. One year later, We could see each other. We could mumble our hellos. We could nod. You could smile. I could stare. And this time, I promise not to run off again. I miss you. I love you. Could you ever think the same? Today could be the day, The day we spill it all. We could say hello. Nod. Smile. And stare. Maybe never letting go. Do you miss me? Did you love me in the past? You didn't let me go when you could? Today, I am sorry. But I can't move on. Just one hello. One last nod. One more shared smile. And I'll go. If I can. ~ today, i could see you || don't let {me} go thank you for reading my dramatic, romance-y, writing. i appreciate it. <3 xoxo, Rose

"Let's have a staring contest." He pipes up, glancing toward me. I raise an eyebrow, wondering what this means. "Okay." I say, hesitantly. I look around at the few others gathered around us. My eyes rest on him. Then her. Then on the our siblings nearby. They are engaged in their own conversation. It is just us three. I steal another glance at him, noticing his eyes are still on me. What is he thinking? "Hey, have you ever heard about the time I--" She starts, but her voice is cut off. "Well?" I blink. It is so unlike him to ignore her. I nod silently, signaling I'm ready and trying not to show my surprise. I think she huffs, but the only thing I can focus on are his deep brown eyes that grow wide as they stare back at me. My heart beats fast. Faster than it should. We stare, unblinking, at each other. I feel as if I've entered my own world. I open my mouth to say something, when our eye contact is broken. By a pillow. I put...

Remember. Never forget. Hold onto. My memory. Don't let me go. Don't let me slip. Hold onto me. Forever. ~ Your image is burned into my mind. Why must you invade my dreams? I haven't seen you in forever. Why are you still in my heart? I am wondering. Are you? ~ I don't want to remember you. Yet I do. I don't want to think about you. Yet I do. I don't want you invading my mind. Yet you have. Why do you do this to me? Why? ~ remember || or forget thank you for reading this interesting post. <3 xoxo, Rose

{photo made by me} We are human beings. We crave love. We crave happiness. We crave laughter and smiles. We crave comfort. We crave respect, responsibility, and real, true, emotion. We crave life. We crave challenges and puzzles. We crave knowledge. We crave worldly things. We crave interaction. We crave music. We crave adventure. We all have personal desires. Personal dreams, goals, and accomplishments. But we all seem to crave the same things. what do you crave? || Nutella... <3

//photo by moi// I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for her. I'm waiting for him. Why do I wait? I'm waiting for time to pass. I'm waiting for weather to change. I'm waiting for things to happen. My question hangs in the air. I'm waiting for the world to change. I'm waiting for people to change. I'm waiting for the past to change. Then it drops, slowly rising with the sounds of people whispering and wondering. I am waiting for love to find me. I am waiting for relationships to form. I am waiting to speak up for myself. My question is never answered. How long will I wait? How long until I give up? How long until I am rewarded? I leave to find the answer. I am taking action instead of waiting. I've waited long enough. It is time to do, time to get up and search. don't keep waiting || laugh at the inside jokes you share Thank you for reading.