These boxes are a few months old but here is a preview of the boxes I am reviewing this weekend!

Being an Influenster is a breeze.

Thanks to Influenster I got the box for free for my honest review.
Products inside are:
Dickinson’s Witch Hazel Pads
Colgate Optic White toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash
Belvita Breakfast Bar (which I received crushed up!)
Vaseline Intensive Care Spray and Go Lotion


All of these products I have heard but never used. I loved the texture of the Vaseline but you do have to rub it in! The Optic White products were amazing. My boyfriend quite loves the mouthwash.
I wish I could have tested the Belvita but they came crushed up!
Did you get a box?
What do you think of it?

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xo Rebecca

Makeup Boxes and Font Fiascos

My first Beauty Fix box and I am already addicted. For $49.99 you can get 8 full sized products sent to your house quarterly. For those of you like me, who are too lazy to research new beauty products, try this site. Since it is quarterly, it gives you ample time to try out all of the products and choose which ones you cannot live without. The hardest part for me was choosing which ones I wanted to receive for this quarter. www.beautyfix.com

Yes, I own all of this lip gloss and this was only in my purse.

I'm also working on my signature to add to the end of every post. Who knew it could be so difficult to find a font that you love that isn't used by everyone else. I am open to suggestions. :) -Rebecca

Black and White

I cannot question your love for me This love is black and white Of such things I own in vibrancy I cannot own this sight; No thought has bound me here to stay, so still all alone No thought has scarred a love so deep As the love I call my own; The fool that I am Thought you could understand The pain I feel with you The fool that I am Cannot understand The love I question in truth. 2011

I Vow

I vow to help you love life, to always hold you with tenderness and to have the patience that love demands, to speak when words are needed and to share the silence when they are not and to live within the warmth of your heart and always call it home. -Rachel McAdams

Fire

Breath taking, to say the least.

Vintage Wreath

I am trying this.

Vintagely yours,

Rebecca

Similar Sentence

I have you but she has you
In the palm of her hand
And you feel her games like you feel her love
And her lies like her deception;
She is a string you will not cut,
The vein that runs through you
And it seems my love cannot add up to the past she has with you.
I can not persuade a silent ear
To hear my deafened cry
I am fighting a battle that was won before I even arrived.
Falling through the emotions of love and indifference
Hours spent seeking out your youth,
Sentimental me, I require more than maybe,
Sentimental me, I require more than truth.
Never thought you could be the source of my pain.

To be continued

Empty

They tell me it feels better to write it but I can't write, I have nothing to say.
I feel things
I see things
but I have nothing to say.
My mind is a blank canvas and my paper a forte.
My heart beats mindlessly as if begging me to speak.
I begin then I end.
I start to remember then I forget.
Is this really the cure for the common heartache?
I could write a million adjectives but none would describe the pain I feel.

*crazy eyes*

Devil's Food Dilemma

It takes a plastic bag to pipe out frosting correctly on mini cupcakes. This I learned the hard way but I don't really make mini cupcakes.
I guess I need new liners.
Bright.shiny.ones.

4 going on 13

Sorry this is late. Happy Birthday my love. <3

Fifth Birthday 2012

Don't pardon

I see your face and I think of the sunset, how it caresses me in warmth.
Though I hardly understand, I understand where you are now,
Nearing the never ending perfection of the end of a new day;
Whoever fathomed there could be a time I would be apart from you?
What kind of life could bring such heartache?
I use your words as compromise, a promise that you’ll stay,
But you should know I’m a wandering soul who won’t pardon should I stray.

Wish I Could

I beg to find repentance in the crutch of your words
So close to you but far enough to ache
There are so many things I long to tell you
But the silence makes this easier to take;
I wonder how long you’ll stay around
Until your heart discovers deeper love
I wonder if you’ll think of me
When she gives you all the things I can’t give up.
Counting down the days instead of making memories
I wish I could believe you
I wish you were here.

Nothing Left

A step away from happiness but all I feel is loneliness
A feeling you will leave any day;
A moment frozen within my mind
Not too soon to rewind time and reminisce on the memory of me and you.
I reach for the surface towards the exterior of this core
Dangling on the fact that you may require more;
I am useless to you although I am needed
Surrounding me with words that have more meaning,
My thoughts of inhibition rise to the surface
And I am simply too much to exude.
Are the words you write simply that?
Words and only words
No emotion
No dedication
No feeling behind the feelings;
No depth to fill the hollowness within me.
You’ll leave me be
I’ll let you see, the girl I have become without you.
My heart won’t heal
These wounds won’t fade
Nothing left to paralyze me.

Tiny

I hold the world in my hands as they stare to the core within me.
I feel the weight of their souls upon me and I am terrified I will let them down.
Collide into the trenches within my being.
You're the reason I evaporate.
The eyes that judge me are the eyes that destroy me and I cry in shades of discontentment.
Is there another who sees me for me, another who knows the depth of pain I feel?
Another who aches
Another who exists alone
I listen without hearing and speak without talking.
I see you but you don't see me.
I feel you but I don't know you.
My tiny hands follow the lines along your face.
I am content but I am shallow, needing only words of solace.
Permit me to execute
As my heart breaks into pieces
Tiny shades of diligence that remain faithful in my heartaches.

Cupcakes

I miss you as often as the sunsets and think about you even more. If there is a way to exist in this moment, I am content on remaining here. So many times I have never imagined there a greater feeling than this and though we're not together, I find it hard to detach myself from you. It is absurd but it is the only thing I can think about and it drives me mad. Perhaps you're not thinking of me, perhaps you are. She makes you moan. I make you cupcakes.
You are beautiful, completely and whole, and I cannot do anything but think of you.

New beginning or craving an ending?

At this moment I should be happy about the outcome of my life, happy about the choices I have made, happy that I have pieces of the puzzle almost back to normal but instead of happiness, I find myself overcome with insecurity. I haven't even began the new year and I already dread it.
I can't believe I am here, at this moment, because of the same emotions I had last year.
Because of the same longing and the same desire.
I crave to be needed but I never devour it. I always desire from another and another and another until I am no longer sure what I am doing.
I will be okay at figuring this out, at reworking and redoing, but right now my heart is still in a fragile state and every action I do has repercussions for the heart I didn't want.
I need to write every day like I did years, just to clear my mind. I believe I have Writers Block, however, and it may take an enormous effort to get back to where I was.
I will do it though, one day at a time, I will discover whom I am and the purpose of my existence.
-R

Whole again

I haven't had a lot to say lately. I've only recently decided to pick up where I left off. I still have several questions which remain unanswered but I am steadily moving forward to gain the correct feel of things.
In May, my house, as well as everything I own, was washed away in a flood. While I was grieving, many people were taking pictures and posting them as though it was something everyone who experienced it wanted to remember. Photographers offered photos, not help. Friends offered pity, not help and while most were complaining that their coffee wasn't hot enough, flood victims were wondering if they would ever have a place to drink their coffee again.
Three months later and it's still all we think about.
I am not sure if the hole in out hearts will go away but I am sure we will find something, in time, that makes us whole again.
I bought many notebooks, many journals, many dictionaries, in the hopes of getting back to where I left off. I try to remember some of what I had written, what I said or spoke, but it doesn't come back to me. I only see nothing, I only hear nothing. My journals are still blank. My notebooks have not been open. My dictionary's binding has not been broken yet I still exist. I didn't think it would be possible for me to survive without words but somehow, I have.
Maybe it is time I find something I deem more useful, something that truly helps me get through the day.
Until then, this is all I have.
♥

latitude or longitude

I am not sure I remember which way is up and which way is down anymore.
Until I figure it out, I am taking a break.
From life, from love, from writing.
Thanks for nothing and everything all at once. You'll never know the depth of my gratitude.
R