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What Makes You, YOU? Winners.

It has been a little over a week since my What Makes You, YOU? Contest ended. :) I originally received three beautiful entries, but because of the late entries allowance, four more people entered. Here are their names, and links to their blogs;

Brooke
Jessica
Bethan
Abby
Mackenzie
Neeli
Molly

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Now, as promised, here are the top three entrants. Please remember that the top three were picked randomly, via Random.org. None of these entries were rated in anyway, nor were they judged.

In third place we have the lovely Brooke Elise. She was my first entrant and I must say, she has a lovely writing style. Just see for yourself below.

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How does one describe a person that they themselves don't know that much about? Do they stumble around guessing- or do they get to the facts and miss the most important parts?

You would think that after fifteen years in living in the same body you would know yourself from the tips of your hairs to your little toes. But believe it or not- I don't. I am still figuring it out myself; so bare it with me as I learn along with you. >.<

*clears throat*

Hi! *waves* I am Brooke Elise from Better Than Words.

I want to first thank flawless Rosie to have this beautiful contest, it was such a wonderful idea! *blows kisses in her direction*

To figure out who I truly am, let’s get a closer look at some of my personal facts.

My life revolves around seven things: God, One Direction [a.k.a. Niall Horan *.*] Austin Mahone, Nutella [even though I only had one jar and ate it in a week], Lila:), Divergent [can we just add- Intvergent, Allegiance, and Fault in Our Stars? While we are at it- lets add books in general], and music [which would also include my talent of loud singing in the shower ._.]

I am the kind of girl that grabs her mp3 player and heads to the woods; making sure that no-one is watching and dancing to the beautiful music while acting like a noran. I am the girl who sings at the top of her lungs even though everyone else is silent and watching me with their tiny beady eyes. I can just see them wondering if my I am all there, however they all too kind to say anything about my sanity. It is I who grabs the bag of chips and empties it in front of my computer.

I am the girl who tries to look like Taylor Swift but never succeeds. >.< I am the person who composes her own long renditions on the piano dedicated to Harry Styles and her favorite book characters; but never remembers them when she is finished. It is I who stays in the bathroom for a hour wondering why my nose is slightly on the side, or why freckles enjoy my face. I am the one who stays up all night watching One Direction until my eyes are big with wonder and full of tears of admiration and love.

I must confess that I am the one who needs friends surrounding me at all times. Someone to lean on and talk to- someone to tell me that I am worth something. I love people. They are my lifeline and joy, and I can't be mean to anyone- *cough, cough* well most everyone. Each person is on this earth for a reason, and is so beautiful in his|her way. I just love getting to know new people I never knew existed. I love feeling that someone out there knows about you and thinks about you.

I love singing. [if it hasn't been made clear in the previous paragraphs] If I could be anything in the world I would be a singer. It makes me so happy and feel like I am doing something for another individual. I love the beautiful feeling that you are free and can sing at the top of your lungs. I can just imagine those notes floating out of my mouth *smile* [even those off-key ones] and hitting the opposite wall.

Last of all, but not least, I love WORDS. Aren't they beautiful? They cheer me up every time I see them. I love writing with those beautiful creatures and putting to life a story that someone can relate to and love.

I think every girl in some time of her life downgrades her own life, and lifts another person higher then herself. It's almost natural- for we don't see ourselves as we truly are. We see ourselves as comments that another girl told another; rather than the inside that is truly beautiful. I want to inspire each person that they are beautiful and unique in God's eyes- and all are made perfect the way they are. They are loved by God and everyone doesn't hate them. I want to be that person, who, when my name is mentioned people say, "Because of her- I didn't give up. Because of Brooke, I kept going."

I want to be the person who, even when older, can understand and play with little children. Who can smile at each little one and give them something to live for.

I don't want to grow up and be perfect. I know that is an understatement; I am not perfect, however I don't want to do everything right. I don't want to do the same thing every day. I want to learn something new each day, and accomplish it.

"We didn't want to be people who came home with briefcases and papers and sat around drinking coffee." [Quote from Austin Mahone]

I want to enjoy those simple little things. A smile from Austin, the first snow, a present given from the heart, the long day at home, hearing Story Of My Life on the radio [hahaha I can more than enjoy those moments], friends that love and care for you, and the sun shining from the clouds above.

I hope to be the person who lives life to the fullest. Always enjoying each moment and being carefree and full of joy. [a.k.a. if you want a good example look up Niall Horan ^.^] Being the person God wants of me, and blessing other people.

Inside of me? Oh dear- I don’t even know myself. *sigh* I could guess- personally, I would be afraid to know. I guess we don’t know for a reason. If we did; then we would be scared to show the truth and hide it.

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In second place we have my (flawless, perfect, totally flipping amazing) best friend, Mackenzie. [GAH, I LOVE YOU BABY! <3] In her entry, Mackenzie included a drawing she made with sharpies. Like wow dude. You have some crazy awesome talent. ;D

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This is my entry for the WHAT MAKES YOU, YOU? contest over at Truly. Madly. Deeply. . 
I am deeply sorry for it being so late. Please forgive me? 



[look at what I created with my sharpies. ;) ]

My name; Mackenzie.
"Son of a wise ruler, born of fire."

One word. Three syllables. A person.

I know that your name isn't actually what makes you, you. It's just a name your parents picked for you when you were born. But to me, my name is part of who I am. The name itself says "born of fire", and I have red hair. So, yes, it feels like my name fits me pretty well and I really like that. :) 

Who am I?

This is probably the hardest question you could ask me. 

I am always trying to be someone else. Which is really stupid, I know. I don't exactly know why I do that. It could be because, all my life I've been trying to act normal. Having a need to feel what's normal. 
Or it could be that I am obsessed with the idea of needing things to be perfect. I am a perfectionist. Which can be really annoying, because if something isn't perfect then it really bugs the living daylights out of me. O.o
It could also be because I have this fear of feeling stupid. I absolutely hate it. 

There must be something that makes me myself, right? It could be my interests, or what I do on my free time. But, I'm going to try and answer the question here without giving you a list of things I like or like to do... So bear with me, okay? 

I am the background. 

I am the reader not the book. 

I am the pencil not the paper.


I saw this on weheartit today and it explained me more than I could ever explain myself.

I am the observer. 

I live for the people around me.

And you know what? I like that.
I don't want to be center stage, I want to be the backdrop. 

I don't want to be the world, I want to be somebody's world. 

So, basically I am still figuring out who I am. •-•

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And now to announce the overall winner. The one who receives the prize of creating a character with me, to put in one of my stories. :)

Drumroll please.

*dances to drumroll*

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ABBY!

Contrats Abby! :)
Her beautiful entry was entitled: Stardust.

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"Watch me."

If you had met me a couple of years ago, never would have thought I would have dared or possessed the courage to say these words. Back then, I was a shy girl who rarely ever spoke her mind outside of school. Every critical or negative comment took a huge hit on me. I took the words of other people constantly to hear—every thought a person had or said about me, I listened.

And I believed.

It’s really funny, how imitative behavior can affect us. The way that most things seemed to be set up, especially school settings. Everyone fights for position. Everyone wants to be seen and heard. We all try to fit in, as the (amazing) Lorde puts it in Team:

“And everyone's competing for a love they won't receive…”

We all fit ourselves into tiny little labels. They are words which seem to describe us, but disillusions who we are and causes people to not allow everyone to see through the wonderful kaleidoscope who we are. We’re all told labels are bad—I completely agree with that. But why? Sure, people could judge and be prejudice to people a certain way just the way they’re labeled, and many events in history show certain people being discriminated just because of one certain quality they have.
But don’t you see the point?

Sometimes, people are so desperate to fit in that they take drastic measures, like doing things you wouldn’t normally do. That, and being defined by labels leave no room for originality!

Some people tend to claim that they’re just “ordinary” and they’re not special, and someone out of the other 7.2 billion people who live on this planet is like you.

Nope. No one out there is like you. You are original, unique, and one of a kind. Special. If that doesn’t seem to make you feel believe that you are any of those things, then lean in and listen closely to the next thing I’m about to tell you. Everyone. Yeah, even you over there in the corner, eating a donut while listening to that music by OneRepublic, isolated from everyone else because they have no idea how much this album means to you.

We are all made of stardust.

When the life of a star dies, the star can burst into a supernova in a matter of a couple of hours, scattering particles which would be used to create a new star. Some of these particles are in us. They helped create us. Trust me, being out of the same materials of something that glimmers in the sky is one of the best things ever, besides having glitter running through your veins. If you let yourself, “I am made of stardust,” or, “I sparkle,” and absolutely believe it, I guarantee you will feel special and happy—no, more content—about who you are.

So, if I was the quiet girl who rarely spoke her mind a few years ago, then who I am now? Who is the girl writing this to all of you lovely people out there? Many things can describe who I am. I've been through a lot, I have seen, heard, smelled, tasted, felt. I have learned a lot from the moment I have drawn my first breathe to this moment when I am writing frivolously into the night.

Like I said before, I rarely ever spoke my mind. As I got older though, I felt the need to speak up and say what I wanted to say, as long as my opinion or thought was considerate to the people around me. That is the reason why I began to blog in 2013, along with the reason that I wanted to find out who I truly am.

There was a story that my librarian read to my class in elementary school, about a girl whose book-- an actual, literal book-- about her life coming to a blank when the television took control over her life. "Control" is such a strong word, but watching TV was all she did day and night. The point of the story wasn't just about how to get out of your electronic screens once in awhile, but to live life as it is now. The girl in the story soon began to talk to every person she met, and the more she did, the more filled pages were in the book. That's what I'm trying to do right now. Every new opportunity or chance I have never taken before, I try. I appreciate all of the big moments and the little moments, whether it's giving a speech to an audience to stuttering and tripping on the floor about three times a week.

People give me weird looks when tell them I'm doing things such as blogging, but you know what? Forget their comments. When I grow old, I will be happy because I have lived y life to the fullest and never took any moment for granted.

I'm the girl with many nicknames-- Pikachu, Morning, and Shish Kebabs (long story on all of them) are just a couple of examples. I'm the girl who can literally stumble across a misadventure which soon, turns out, to be an adventure, and blogs about it. I am that girl who writes to express herself and to give guidance to people who need it. I'm the girl who is trying to find her place in this world. Mostly, I am myself, the girl who went out into the world and lived her life greatly, and that is how I want people to remember me by.

So, for all of you people who don't know me or to those people who have always tried to put me down:

Watch me walk out into the light of the world and live my life to the fullest.

"Watch me."



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WOW...wasn't that beautiful? Great job Abby. GREAT job. Email me at ros[email protected], so we can discuss your prize details! :)

Well, that's all for now. Thanks again to those who entered, and shared my contest. :)

Have a blessed day. <3

xoxo,
Rosie

Party Time! \(o-o)/

Hello and welcome back to Truly. Madly. Deeply. ;) Today I am going to post about something very important so listen up. My dear Mackenzie Rae is having a blog part over at her (FLAWLESS) blog, think. eat. write. read. (please click the linky dink) and I am going to be participating! >.< Even though it ends on May 1st, I think you guys should participate too! For more details go here, here, here, or HERE.

Or here. •-•


^ Look at this beautiful button. <3

Now it's time to answer the important questions. :}

1. What do you like most about my blog?

What I like most about your blog is that you're the one who created it. Which makes your blog flawless. ;)

2. What are some tips/advice I could use to help improve my blog?

Um, hmm... Alright. Personally, I don't think there's anything you need to do to improve your blog. It's perfect the way it is. But that's not exactly the most helpful answer so, let me think... I guess, if you wanted, you could post more often. Because whenever I see that you've posted I click on the link, and then drink in your glorious words. But really, that's up to you. I love your blog the way it is, and I love you the way you are. I don't think my answer was that helpful. Sorry baby, I'm trying. <3

3. What is your favorite flower? (because, you know, it's spring.)

My name is Rose and I like--tulips. •-• Hehe, nah, I like pretty much all flowers. Unless there is a bee in that flower. Then that flower is bad. OR if that flower is a white rose. Then it's time to bring out the FIRE. O-O


Alrighty, well, I believe that is all for now. :) Thank you for reading. And please, check out Kenzie's blog. <3


STUFF TO COME: What Makes You, YOU? Contest Results!
xoxo,
Rosie

Moments [#27]

// happy //


April 17th to April 20th.
[that is all]


\\ sad \\

Spring break is over.
Only three people entered my contest. :-/
I am slipping.

Wake Up, Darling.


Wake up darling, it's time to rise. Sit up, stretch your limbs, and put a smile on that tired face. Tomorrow is gone, and it's a new day.

Wake up darling, open the blinds. Open the window if you have to, and stick your head out. Smell the air. Breathe. Let the morning sun hit your cheeks. Ahh. A fresh start.

Are you awake, darling? Get dressed now. Put on your worn sweater, and jeans, or favorite graphic tee. Decided whether or not it's worth it to find the matching pair to your sock, and if you'd like attempt to untangle that mass of hair on your head. Whatever you'd like.

Now darling. Are you ready? Because it's adventure time.

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Thank you for reading. <3


words to use more often


Your efficiency was omitted due to the fact that I loath your gruesome residency among us. And regardless of your delightful, lovely, proper, unique and dandy properties, you are not flawless. So on the behalf of everyone in our peckish realm, begone. Skedaddle. Do not stop to contemplate. Just allow us to dictate--or rather, discombobulate those of us who know the mayhap.

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*takes a deep breath* ...okay. Wow. I don't even know what I just wrote. o.O But I thought it would be cool to stop there, and see what you guys can come up with in the comments. ;)

What can story can you tell, using at least one of the words above?

Six Word Stories [#14]


via Pinterest

Grasping
at the edge
of reality.


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ALSO; if you were planning on entering my contest (which ended last night), but didn't get to enter, I will accept your late entry. I realized I didn't take into consideration different time zones. :-/ Please comment below if you are still planning on entering, so that I know to expect an entry. :}


Have a good day!
And thank you for reading. <3


Us.

The moment I met you, your name was imprinted on my skin. It was like a small scar. I could hide it, and no one would know what you did to me. No one would know about the impression you made on me.

Our first conversation felt like a breath of fresh air. Like I was coming up out of the water, my lonely desperation spraying you as I heaved. I jumped at the chance to be your friend--acquaintance--distant companion. I don't know why. Maybe it's because of the marks you left on my skin.

As we grew together, from distant companionship to closer than friends, the imprint turned into an inked tattoo. It blossomed so fiercely I didn't know whether or not to be embarrassed and hide it, or to sport it around with a high chin, and swayed hips. I studied you when you weren't looking. I searched to see if you had the same marks as I. To see if I made an impression. But your skin was smooth. Flawless. Left untouched.

And then one day, I cracked. I came out to you. I shouted to you about nonsensical things, like imperfections and unmarked bodies. You blinked, grabbing my fists with a shaking head. The next thing I knew you were peeling off your layers. One after another. You were stripping yourself, for me. So that I could see your naked soul.

You were marked, just as I was. We were the same. Bearing the inked swirls that meant nothing to the world, but something to us both.

That's when our souls intertwined. I thought something was wrong at first. Because your eyes fluttered and you swayed. But as I reached out to you, you reached out to me and our embrace was sweeter than anything I'd felt before. You fell into me. You let me hold you and as I did our beating hearts skipped into sync. It was remarkable. It was like a fire ignited us. As if someone wiped the haze from our eyes and we could really see each other for the first time.

But there's a price to pay when your soul mates with another. You're in constant need of the other person, you get depressed without them. Your mind is consumed by the thought of them. And if you can't be with them, you will start to slip away.

I brought this up to you, on one of the nights where things were good. You had your fingers in my hair, and our bodies were dug into the couch, together, like they should always be. The small smile you had fell from your lips because you knew what I meant. It hurt.

We ended up arguing about seams and rips and tears and the couch fell away as you retreated from me. It hurt.

My fist hit the wall. It hurt.

You didn't come back when I called out. And that hurt.

So that night I sat in the bathroom, scrubbing at my skin, attempting to remove the marks. I ended up breaking skin and cracking my exterior. After that I cried. I rocked myself back and forth. I sniffled. And I waited.

It took you a while to come back to me. It felt like forever. But in reality it was a less than a day. Your soul--that stupid, stubborn, flawless soul--drew you back to me.

And it was like our first time again. You fell into me. You let me hold you. The only thing we heard throughout the night was our synced heart beats and whispered I love you's.

That's all you could tell me. That's all I could think. And I don't think either of us minded.

Human | a reminder


Christina Perri - Human


"I can hold my breath
I can bite my tongue
I can stay away for days
If that's what you want
Be your number one"

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Also, just as a reminded, my contest will be ending on April 22nd, so if you want to enter, you have today and tomorrow to prepare your entry. :}

Thanks for reading. <3

4/12/14

Tendrils, like curled pieces of hair.
Tendons, like taught strings on a guitar.
Perfection, like what you are.
Love, like what you and I have.

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Wispy whisperer whispering to me //
Passing passerby crossing a feeble fee //
Perfect imperfections in you //
Loving that lovely hatred in me.


Thank you for reading. <3

So I'm currently reading City of Ashes, the second book in the Mortal Instrument series. I'm also struggling to find the right words when I write. I have "Human" by Christina Perri on repeat and I am eagerly awaiting for June 6th to come, so I can see my baby again.

I'm learning to deal with annoying siblings, rowdy dogs, loud noises and immense bundles of dog fur embedded in my leggings. I'm watching it turn from Spring to Winter in less than 24 hours. I'm missing Mackenzie and wishing to be with her. I'm wondering, where has all my time gone? and better yet; what am I doing with it?

I'm refusing to watch Frozen because I hate being "late to the parties", but hey at least Catching Fire won the MTV movie awards. I really love Niall Horan's face--our ship name is Nose. Yeah. Everyone picks it. (You seriously can't deny that). I'm also really loving Josh (Hutcherson's) blonde hair, and I kinda can't wait to publish the book I finished last year. But of course I keep forgetting about it because I'm working on other things; like procrastination. And stuff.

I'm missing our ye old Super Nintendo and our Yoshi's island game. And our Zelda game. And that one game with this guy that had a flute and punched bad guys with it. I never won that game. I could never get past the guy with the big red hands. Because he cheated. I also never won the--what was it, again? Oh yeah. The Lion King game we had. Yeah. Never won that either. Stupid bugs and tricky giraffes. They never know when to keep their heads level. All the little cub wanted to do, was be king.

I'm messing up my relationship with my younger sister. My brother is "getting older" and he's now jacked up on testosterone, so we have to let him vent it. So I allowed him to wear boxing gloves and wrestle with his friend while I made cookie dough and wished the rain would go away.

I love how long this post/passage is getting but I hate how random it is. You probably don't even know what I'm saying but sometimes I need to get these things out and I don't know how. I can't cry. I can't scream. I won't allow myself to do that. Words are there for a reason. And I need to learn how to handle them with an ease, no matter what it is I'm feeling.

I want to work at a bookstore. But my mom was like hey I think I found this job for you. And I was like, "oh yay, will there be people?" It's a job where I would serve people in a hospital their food. So, I'd be surrounded by the smell of death and sterile germs all day. I doubt they'd even hire me. But even a small amount of cash is better than no cash flow at all, right? I mean, I'm sixteen. College is coming. Life is ready to hit me hard. I haven't started working on how to drive. I'm just letting the driving book thing I have to read, sit by my bed, under a stack of books I'd rather read. Like City of Ashes. And Extras. And How To Write A Book In A Month.

I feel as though sometimes I really suck at being myself. People tell me, "We love you. Don't change. Just be yourself", and all that stuff, yah know? But--and as cliche as this sounds, due to the contest I'm hosting--I don't even know who I am. I know the things I'm not. Like I'm not awesome. Or flawless. I'm not always happy.

I kinda just think I suck.

I don't have all the things I want but I can't give away the things I don't need. I tend to work through and complete a project but only after I go through this mental game of "you're never going to complete this" so it just ends up sloppy in the end.

I wish I had something inside me that made me stand out. Like, I want to be able to walk down a street and feel good. I think I crave attention but when I get it I hate it. I want people to look away, or stop talking about me because I'm so under confident that I can't even bear the thought of myself being thought of by you. I'm ranted to about how I shouldn't beat myself up and I know I should stop but why? Because I'll hurt myself? Isn't that the point?

I'm afraid I'm getting fat. I can't do the things I used to be able to do. I was lean and muscular and I almost loved how I could move but now that my dancing days are over I can't bear to look in the mirror before taking a shower. But I do it anyway and I stop. And I stare. And I judge.

It's almost easy to like yourself when you're in a good mood, right? Because it doesn't feel like the whole world is against you. The world isn't against you. What if the world is against itself because it's as doubt-filled as I am? What if it's not me doing this to myself, but the world's negative flow that affects me?

I don't know.

I still think I'm pretty messed up.

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Thank you for reading this. I know it's long and depressing. Plus you probably didn't understand anything I said. But since you're reading this, it must mean you read the whole thing. So thank you. You're awesome. <3

Six Words Stories [#13]

Birds

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Take off.

Rise.

Fly.

Be free.


Thank you for reading.

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Don't Be Afraid of Your Fears


“Don't be afraid of your fears.
They're not there to scare you.
They're there to let you know
that something is worth it.”
― C. JoyBell C.

Short Randomness

      Fishtail.

Sources: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4


The weather is finally warming up. The ice is melting away, along with the writer's block that has been frozen into my brain for way too long. Click here if you'd like to see what I mean. But of course, when my writer's block has diminished, I have lost any ideas I had. I have the drive back; I just don't know what to use it for.

Anyway. How's life for you, my dear readers? I hope you're achieving goals and climbing mountains. Whatever it is you kids do these days. ;)

Thank you for reading.

Moments #27

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Mackenzie | gosh I love you
Writing | I have found an inspiration
Contest entries | Ahh these are making me happy.

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Sundays | Just two more
No post ideas | GAH! HELP MEH. I NEED IDEAS.
(almost) Forgetting to post this Moments. | ...whoopsie...


Thank you for reading. <3

Hey There Mackenzie



*explodes from too much flawlessess*


Hey there Mackenzie,
What's it like in your city?
I'm a couple hundred miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty FLAWLESS
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true

Hey there Mackenzie
Don't you worry about the distance (problems)
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Read my words, it's my disguise
I'm by your side

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
You're my HG Buddy
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me

Hey there Mackenzie
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me, girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with some blog designs
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good

Hey there Mackenzie
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I parodied for you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more times you'd call
We'd have it all

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
You're my awesome HG Buddy
Oh it's what you do to me

A couple hundred miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our siblings would all make fun of us
And we'll just laugh along because
We know that none of them have felt this way
Mackenzie I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame

Hey there Mackenzie
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more months and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making blogs just like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to

Hey there Mackenzie here's to you
This one's for you

Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
You're my flawless HG Buddy
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me.

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For my Kenzie. <3

Always and forever yours,
Rosie

I've Discovered Something Super Amazing.

Many things are going on over here, at my household. My eldest sister (Crystal) is moving in and we've been preparing for that. But I'll tell you guys about that later. The amazing thing I've discovered is:

iFontMaker
(and Cannibal, the song by Ke$ha.
but that's beside the point)


Okay, so whilst I was blog hunting a while back I stumbled across Vanilla Craft Blog and the author had this awesome post showing and explaining the app iFontMaker. I knew immediately that I wanted the app. The only thing is, I didn't have an iPad. Nor Windows 8. BUT, just the other day, my dad got an iPad from my sister, Crystal (who was totally trying to butter him up) and I persuaded him to let me buy the app and now I'm font happy. O_O

Hehe, here are some photos of the app, and my fonting happiness:


As you can see, my brother got a hold of the iPad too, for there is a Star Wars app on there...


It's an A! :P



I apologize for the horrid quality of these photos. My iPhone hates taking good pictures. -_-


So yes. But that's not all! I've also decided to share my fonts with you guys. Like, if you want to, you can download them! \(o.o)/

Check out my fonts: Playful Words | Hi There

Hopefully you'll be able to view them but if not, comment below and I'll see what I can do to fix that. :}

What do you think of font making? :)


Thanks for reading!

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Six Word Stories [#11 and #12]



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I know where I have been.

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But where shall I go now?


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All of Me


All Of Me - John Legend

"What would I do without your smart mouth?
Drawing me in, and you kicking me out
You've got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't pin you down
What's going on in that beautiful mind
I'm on your magical mystery ride
And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright"

This song makes me want to break down and cry for a very long time.





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Moments #26 [They're Back!]

// happy //

Contest Time. :: If you haven't seen my post yet, please check it out at THIS LINK. :)
Minecraft. :: That wonderful moment when you're just really proud of something you've built...
Breathing. :: I like breathing. It makes me feel so alive.
Writing. :: I think I am finally getting back into my writing schedule. (#YAY)
Mackenzie Rae Vanacore. :: Dear girl, you hath blessed me beyond my deservance. <-- I don't care if that's not a real word. I am using it anyway.



\\ sad \\

Math. :: Wow, I hate math right now.
Attitudes. :: Wow, I hate attitudes.
Distance Problems. :: Wow, I hate distance problems.
Pictures of myself. :: *sighs*
"Slipping" Fingers. :: *scowls*

+ + +

So I've decided to bring Moments back. :) Hopefully they'll stick. >.<

Thanks for reading. <3

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Six Word Stories [#10]

Quantumnatural....

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"Follow along. I dare you to."


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What Makes You, YOU? [That Giveaway/Contest I Promised.]

It is time for that long awaited giveaway (which has kinda morphed into a contest) and I'm so excited! :) Please read this post thoroughly and carefully.




Le Contest:

     I have over one hundred followers now, but the thing is, I don't know anything about you guys. I know it's unreasonable to think I could get to know everyone of you personally (I mean, my memory is horrid). But sometimes I ask myself things. Like, why did you follow me? To read my words? To communicate with me, and others? To broaden your view? To see how often my blog design changes? ;) I've asked myself not only these questions, but also ones along the lines of; who exactly are my readers?

So with this contest, I hope to gain an understanding of who you guys and what you'd like to become.

How To Enter:

     I want to learn about you. The "motto" for this contest is "What Makes You, YOU?" so create something that answers this question.
     Your entry can come in the format of a writing passage, video, picture/poster, PowerPoint, etc., etc. Just as long as it's something that I can view and share with others. :)
     As you create your entry, think about yourself. Ask questions. Probe your own soul. Who are you? What are your interests? Goals? Dreams? What makes you, YOU?



Once your entry is created, refined, edited, and such, comment below with a link leading to your entry. Or, if you'd like, just email me at [email protected], with the subject title "What Makes You, YOU? Entry". :)

The Prize:

     We all know I love writing. It's a huge part of my life, a huge part of my blog, and an even bigger part of me. So, as this contest's prize, I'd like to create with the winner a character to be featured in one of my stories. This character can be however you'd like them to be. They can be like you, like your best friend, your boyfriend, whomever you'd like.
     You'll help me create a name, an appearance, a personality. You can even help me write a featured short scene that features the character we've created. :) The only thing is, if you win, I will require your email, so that I can contact you, and we can discuss the details of your character.

Consider and Understand:

     Here are some things you should know and follow:




Submit your original work - all work you submit must be your own. If you enter a post using photos from a social media site (such as Pinterest), please cite them correctly.

No judgement - there will be no judgment in this contest. I know, it sounds a bit weird but I will not judge your entry. I will randomly pick the top three, and they'll be featured in an announcement post.

Come as you are. :) - just be you because that's who I want to get to know. This is a contest about who you are, personally. Don't be afraid to share who you are with me. :)



Deadline:

     You riled all up and ready to express yourself? Good, because you have exactly three weeks to complete and submit your entry! :) That means the deadline is on April 22nd, at midnight. Depending on how many entries I get, there will be a short wait before I can compile the announcement post, containing the top three entries. (Please note that if you are in the top three, only one of the entries is the overall winner, who will receive the prize. The other two are only featured entries.)

Questions?

     Have a question? Just comment below and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. :)

I can't wait to see what you guys come up with! :)
   Remember;

Be you.
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