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Recently I met this girl. She was energetic, talkative, and loved being the center of attention - but she wasn't that bubbly, perky, type of girl who just gets on your nerves, you know? Well, anyway, somehow we ended up talking about what we were going to with our lives [or something along those lines] and the first thing I said was; I want to be a writer. Her reply was blunt and to the point; I hate writing with a passion . Now, at first, I was offended. My mind was screaming "How the heck could you not like writing? Writing is a way of life! *rant, rant rant*" But then I stopped and thought about it. We all want and desire different things [and we all have different goals of what we want to become]. These are our God-given desires . Whether they be a part of our life or something we strive to be, we all want something; a certain place on this round planet we call home. For an example, let's use you, my [wonderful] reader. Maybe you want to be a write

Thank you to the ever so elegant girls who nominated me;  Anna ,  Emma , & Kenz . You're all too kind. :) Hehe, I guess I'm elegant . ;) When you receive the award, link back to keepcalmandsparkle1099.blogspot.com and the blog that nominated you Display the award button in the post Answer all of the 12 questions given in this post (Do not make your own questions) Nominate 12 bloggers Notify them that they have been awarded THE QUESTIONS 1. What made you decide to start blogging? I believe when I saw Liz's blog/website [ American Girl Fan ] I was deeply inspired to create my first blog, Loving Your American Girl Doll --which is now "archived". 2. What is your fashion style? As Anna said; horrible . XD Okay, okay, maybe it's not that bad. If anything my style would be comfy--mama loves her sweatshirts. <3 3. What is something none of your followers know about you? Now there's a question I didn't expect to see. Erm...m

This has nothing to do with anything, I just really liked the photo. :} [thank you pinterest, for the photo >.<] * * * I have so many questions, but I don't know where to start. I have so many ideas, but  I don't know where to begin. I have so many thoughts, but I don't know where they end. I have so many voices, but I don't know who to listen to. I have so many songs, but I don't know what to sing. I have so many feelings, but I don't know what to express. * * * Inspiration doth come and go, Just as the people in your life enter and exit. ^ where did that come from? o.O ^ thanks for reading this extremely short, mish-mash of a post. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

[ahh...the photo quality of iPhone 4's...] ^ this is my freakishly adorable little brother. ^ Today is his tenth birthday. That's TEN. Double digits. One-zero. ... *sniffles* ... SOMEONE HOLD ME, MAH BABY IS GROWING UP! *cough* ...I wonder how my parents feel about this. o.O Anyways, this little guy is amazing. And I'm not just saying it. The things he says will make you laugh, especially if they're said wrong. And the faces he makes are priceless--he has a VERY animated little face [Rosie jelly]. Sure, he has some *cough* anger issues, but that's small compared to his other qualities. [photo via google] I believe his dream is to own a McDonalds [insert giggles]. Or maybe it's to be a Lego/Nerf/Minecraft expert who battles people with lightsabers as a hobby. I can never  tell these days. o.O [ I believe he is two, in this photo] OH MY GOSH. Look at tiny Timmy! *sniffles* Sorry, I'm getting all emo

[photo via pinterest] I scurry down the hall, careful to keep myself from falling onto my face in these ridiculous shoes. Hah. Head over heels. Who knew the expression could be literal? I look up around the massive house I now call a home, trying a random door, and finding a closet. Nope . I open another door. A bathroom. I walk to the end of the hall and spy a set of closed double doors, with light, white curtains hanging in front of them. I step up and look down at the knobs, slowly twisting them and pushing the doors open. I'm greeted by an open and welcoming balcony. Ah, this is just what I need. I step out onto the terrace, looking around and deeply inhaling. But a breath of fresh air never felt so fake. It's relieving but still not the same. "I can't do this anymore." I tell myself. I can't live these lies and pretend to be so... false . It's not me. It never was and I don't know how I thought I could change myself into someth

On August 10, 2013, I got up at around 8:00 in the morning to get ready for my visit to Kings Island. I was excited and nervous, ready to ride the roller coaster I haven't been able to see since 2011... But we'll get to that later. [all photos via google] Ahh...the glorious sign of the glorious place. We arrived at around noon, pumped with cameras at the ready. We took photos in front of the sign [above] and had our picture taken by random employees ready to sell us photos for twenty bucks a piece--and they weren't even that good. o.O Viking's Fury After pushing aside the photographers and making our way through the slightly crowded path, we found our first ride of the day. As you see in the photo above, you sit in this "ship" and it rocks you--and let me tell you, that thing is huge in real life. As it gets to its highest rock/swing you can see the sky and AHH, it's just great. An indescribable experience, really. :} Next was lunch.

[photo via pinterest] Books. They are such magical things. Who knew that a [ big ] bunch of words could just... take you somewhere? Ease you into a [ magical ] transformation. Help you learn lessons. Tell you how different people react to different things. Teach you new words. Or help you escape the world, even if it's just for a moment? Books are a big part of my life. They are my [ magical ] transportation system. thanks for reading this short post. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

...you want inhale  the cold and exhale  the heat. ...your heart flutters and your insides twist with anticipation . ...you complete something. ...you feel  silly . ...you know you're  obsessed . ...you want to scream and stomp and sob and throw things. ...you just want to smile . ...you could climb a mountain . ...you manage stop and listen . ...you can't stop running . ...the world couldn't get any better. thanks for reading this mish-mash of a post. <3 xoxo, Rose pinterest instagram bloglovin

*giggles* I haven't even started yet and I'm bursting into awkward fits of laughter. o.O *clears throat* Alright Rose, you can do this.  •-• So, we all like water parks, right? ...okay, well, most of us do. I, personally, don't like the waiting in line part. Or the sun burn part. Or the cuts on the bottom of my feet from the scratchy flooring--okay, off-topic. Well, what I'm trying to say is, there's a water park where I live. Such a great attraction. It's by our zoo. :) And has some pretty nice/epic water slides [note: body slides are a no no. unless you want a scar on your back. -_- ] But, there's also a wave pool. The Wave Pool: The popular pool where people can swim around with others until the buzzer sounds [signaling the waves are about to be turned on] and all heck breaks loose. •-• Caution, upon entering this pool you may get jammed into people, stepped on, flashed, drowned, and/or rudely shoved by people who think they are better t

You just gotta love [old, neon] green converse, bad photo quality, and [fat] dancer calves, right? ;} Well, you would think that it should be easy to get a good picture of your feetsies while your moving, but, uh, wrong . This was the best I could do--I sense there is no photography career in my future. o.O [though these were taken with my iPhone so maybe I shouldn't complain...] Anyways, these lovely photos are from one of the days my family and I went to the park. I'm too big to climb the rock thing in the playground--*le sigh* big kid probs--and I'm too tall for the monkey bars [insert awkward vision of self with hands on monkey bars as I walk across]. So I went directly to the swings. I felt alone, as I sat down on the swing beneath the shade of the nearby trees. I felt peaceful and calm and--not so alone when the rest of my family sat down on the swings too. They didn't deter the mood though. It feels nice to swing. To push off the ground and se

[photo via pinterest] "Come back!" He shouts behind me. But I can't do that. I told him. I'm running. "Stop!" I shake my head and continue down the tunnel. I can hear his footsteps pounding behind me and I manage to sigh through my heavy breathing. I told him not to follow. "Don't run from me!" I slide to a stop, just before the open exit, the end of the tunnel. I look out and up, at the sun, the clear blue sky, the warm day. It's so different to the life I'm leaving. But it'll work. I turn toward him, watching him slow down to a stop, just a few feet away. "Please." The foreign word I've heard him say far too often. It chills my bones, though I can feel the warmth of the outside world radiating toward me, even though I'm still in the tunnel. "I can't stay. I told you that." "Why can't you stay?" My patience doesn't exist anymore, so I snap. "I told yo

      [ thank you pinterest, for these lovely photos. <3 ] It all started when I wanted to create a character for a story my " creativity sparker " and I are writing--oh jeez, I just remembered. I need to get started on that. >.< *cough* Anyways, like I was saying, it all started when I wanted to create a unique character for our story. And for some wacky reason, the first thing that popped into my quirky little head was: electric blue hair . So, I scoure d  we ♥ it  -- which didn't help. Like, at all. \(-_-)/ --and when that didn't work, I scoured Pinterest. For many hours . ...okay, okay. More like a half an hour. But you get my point. At first, I was just looking for an idea, on how to describe the hair. And now, I have a whole Pinterest board not only dedicated to electric blue hair, but to all hair colors a human being could ever encounter... So...yes. Colored hair, my latest obsession. :} What's your latest obse

sometimes i just feel like deteriorating into the wind. letting it take me away, little by little. until i am no more. sometimes i feel like running toward the edge, hoping the wind will catch me, and help me fly away. sometimes i feel like falling back, letting the breeze carry me away while i close my eyes and breathe. * * * Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.  -Ashley Smith   While I was searching for 'wind quotes' to go with my writing above, I found this lovely little passage. And, I fell in love with it. Life is full of beauty. Notice it. I'm trying. I'm noticing. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. I'm smiling. I'm watching. For some reason, this passage really spoke to me. "Live your life to the fullest pot