Self Known

Do you remember when I asked you guys, my lovely readers, to take a survey? Well I've finally compiled the results! Take a look. :) Aren't these results great? Thank you so much to those of you who participated in my survey. You rock. :) Thanks for reading. <3 xx Nicole Rose

Yes, that is right! Self Known has 150 followers (on GFC)! [insert crazy screaming and dancing here] And to celebrate that I have gotten this many wonderful readers, I'm going to have a giveaway! :) Prizes + Full custom blog design by me ( check out my shop here  | $50 dollar value). :) + Guest post on my blog (this is a chance to promote yourself and your awesome blog). + Advertising for the month of February (I'll put your button/link in my sidebar). Enter Just enter below. :) a Rafflecopter giveaway Deadline Giveaway ends on January 31st at midnight (EST). Winner will be drawn randomly via Rafflecopter. That's all for now! Thank you for reading - and entering. <3 xx Nicole Rose

I cut to feel the pain. / I hurt to watch you wither. I'm mad because of the bad things. / You did nothing to make it better. You make me want to stop breathing. / You're causing too much pain. You anger me. / You madden me. / You cause me to scream out.  But I don't hate you. * * * Phew. Sorry about that. I needed to get that out. Mhm. So lately everything has been kinda icky and tense. BUT , I have some good news! Alright, which one of you can guess? Anyone? No one? Okay, I'll just tell you. I HAVE ONE HUNDRED (and one) FOLLOWERS! *throws confetti around and wiggle-dances under the moonlight* Hehehe, okay, okay. I'll stop. But seriously, thank you guys SO much. I've finally completed one of my goals and I could never be more proud. (Of you, my readers.) I kinda thought it would take forever, yah know? Because, like, who'd wanna follow my blog? I'm an insecure rambler. O-O *cough* Anyway. Thank you ...

via     D ark clouds swirled around the snow-capped peaks while the wind-whipped, stinging rain battered my face. It was that time again, when all of us shall be corralled into the one room we all dread, to be picked and chosen or left behind and lost. I mentally prayed that if he stayed behind, I'd stay with him, or maybe we'd both make it through. But luck hasn't been with us.    Luck was never with us.    Something sharp and hard hit my back and I sped up, moving into the center of the group, even though I suffered from a severe fear of suffocation within crowds. It was usually better to fear than to stick up for oneself, I learned. Especially in that time.    A door was opened up ahead, the light from inside the room that illuminated toward us made our futures seem promising and meaningful. But some of us wouldn't make it through the night and because of this we took hold of the bright lie, letting it warm us until were pu...