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The Fashion Tag


Thank you Mel, for tagging me. :)

1. How would you describe your style?
Quirky and cute. Sometimes flashy and...blinding.

2. What are your wardrobe staples?
Hmm...neon socks, jeans, and graphic t-shirts. ;)

3. Most expensive clothing item you own?
My neon pink sweater from Kohl's, I believe. I think it was around thirty bucks.
{ I don't really like to pay a lot for my clothes. }

4. Most wanted item?
Anything that's neon pink or green, I want it...

5. Favorite designer?
*shrugs*

6. How much do you spend on clothing?
Depends. I love going to the thrift store, and you can find some pretty decent clothes there for a cheap price. But I do spend money on those occasional rare mall findings that always seem to rip apart my wallet...

7. Favorite places to shop?
The thrift store and occasionally, the mall. :)

8. Favorite Fragrance?
Charmed Life from Bath & Body Works or anything with a vanilla hint to it.

9. Favorite way to do your hair?
Usually, my hair is in a messy bun or just left alone.

10. Most prized possession?
My bright, neon green, converse. <3

I tag...
The first five people who comment, and whoever else who wants to do this. :)

A Letter To That Social Media Site We All Love

Dear Pinterest,

I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. I just can't risk getting stuck in your presence for multiple hours when I could be writing...yah know? So to make up for it, I shall post some beautiful quotes and inspiring passages I found on your site. I hope this makes up for our lost time.

Thanks for being patient with me.

your avid writer,
Rose









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An Author's Note: Lately, I've been writing a lot. I have so many writing projects in the works, it's overwhelming. But even though I've been working brain and exercising my fingers, I always seem to get these crazy/wacky/semi-creative post ideas for this blog. But just to be safe. *knocks on wood*

Also, I just wanted to thank you guys for 21 followers. *jumps up and down while whooping*
And I wanted to thank you for over 1,400 pageviews! *fist pumps while jumping around*
You guys are amazing, and a lot of you leave the sweetest little comments.

I love you all so much. <3

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read inspiring words || write your own

Thanks again. :)


Violets & Daises {Award}


Thanks to Priya for tagging me! Don't forget to check out her blog, here.
1. If you could have a flower pen name, what would it be?
Hmm... What do YOU think? ;)

2. What is your favorite Bible verse?
I don't really have a favorite verse, because depending on what I'm feeling, or what I need to hear at the moment, one verse could be my favorite one day, and the next, it could be something totally different. If that makes any sense...

3. Which blogs inspire you most?
Artsy Peacock/Vivacious, any of Storyteller's Blogs, and think. eat. write. read.
4. If you and your friends could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
Paris. I would LOVE to go to Paris. Or anywhere in Europe for that matter. :)


Award 5 blogs.
1. Mackenzie @ think. eat, write. read.
2. Storyteller @ Dragonmaster
3. Grace @ It's My Life
4. Danielle @ Danielle's Blog
5. And anyone else who wants to do this!

Thanks for reading. :)

xx Nicole Rose

Stars.

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I wonder what it's like to swim with the stars.
I would dive through constellations and stroke past mars.
I want to know what it's like to become so weightless,
To have no goals, to float around in aimlessness.

If I wish upon a star while I'm swim around in space,
Will my wish come true on Earth or maybe in a different place?
Of course that is if wishes come true,
When the moon comes into view.

Wishes and stars, constellation formations,
Space holds a lot of unknown foundations.
So I wonder what's really up there in the vast unknown,
Maybe I'll be the the one to make it all known.
//poem by moi//



reach for the stars || wonder what makes things possible

thanks for reading,








I Shouldn't Care {but I do}


Why do I care so much, 
About what people think of me?
Or how they stare, and give me looks,
That say I am judging thee.

I wish it were easier,
To drop my cares and thoughts,
But it's not as easy as you'd think,
And it hurts quite a lot.

Forgetting should be easier for you and for I,
But all I can say it's simply not,
Easier to forget that look, that glare, that comment,
That cuts you deep inside.

I want to forget. stop caring so much,
So badly I wish I could.
But I can't, I simply can't.
Maybe forgetting won't do me any good.
//poem by moi//



I spend all this time trying to forget the comments, the looks, and the mistakes. But it seems I've forgotten something important instead. I've forgotten I need to let go, I need to hold onto the little things that make life great. I need to smile, and laugh, and dance, and try not spend so much time trying to forget. I need to remember...

remember those details || don't be so hard on yourself








Friends.

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Make up new words together.
Hug attack each other so hard that it hurts.
Throw glitter at your face.
Tell you stories off the top of their head.
Comfort you when no one else can.
Beat up whoever makes you cry.
Make you laugh till your insides hurt.
Obsess over celebrities and books with you.
Help you get through the rough days.

They complete each other.

This post was dedicated to my good best friend, Kenz.
I loaf you girly.
You make my world go 'round.



hug me like you mean it || sing loud & be proud


Fire.

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We are told fire is uncontrollable, yet we still try to restrain it.
We could be burned, scarred, if we touched it.
Yet we still take that chance.
Because is we were the one to control it, people would stop to ask how we did it.
//quote by moi//

Why does fire intrigue us so?
Why do we have this desire to start a spark and watch it grow?
Why do we look at other's flames and stomp on them so become weaker, and eventually, burn out?
Why do we wish to make our fire the biggest or the most destructible, just so we can watch it thrash about?
And all this for what in return?
Ash, hot coals, and sometimes, a burn.
//poem by moi//


Fire isn't something you play with. It's dangerous and deadly.
So don't take the risk unless you're willing to get burned.

let the fire warm you || don't give in


April.

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We welcome April with open arms.


April means spring.

April means rain.

April means it's one month closer to summer.

April means it's one month closer to dance being over.

April means we can fool our friends.

April means there is a greater chance to dance in the rain.

April means a lot of things.

What does it mean to you?






prank you friend || jump for joy because spring { break } is here

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