just a small town girl

writer • hopeless romantic • old school lover *since 1997

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“Love can be magic. But magic can sometimes just be an illusion.”

— Javan

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“I want a bond so tight that even on bad terms u still run to me 1st.”

— Unknown

[breakuppoetry]

[st-a-y]

I'm a happy personality stuck in a sad mind

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“I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul.”

— Bram Stoker, Dracula (via perfectquote)

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“Be with someone who makes your Mondays feel like Fridays.”

— Unknown (via perfectquote)

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“I just want to be your peace. When your head lays on my chest, I want you to forget the world and all it’s problems. Escape in me and give me all your stress and worries, I’ll take it all for you just to see you smile without having to fake it.”

— Joe Brock

[neckkiss]

J.S. PARK

[goldenxseptember]

Wonderland

Your eyes are driving me mad.

They’re like one of these autumn days I love so much, when the weather finally gets better after a stormy week.

When the air is glowing from the first rays of sunshine in days, illuminating the sky's wild fusion of blue and gray and the only thing left by the rain is the fog, mysthically hovering over the dark green color symphony of the woods.

So inscrutable, exciting and beautiful.

Like a sweet promise that anything can happen and nothing is what it seems.

I look into your eyes and I’m Alice falling down the rabbit hole straight into Wonderland.

I can see the white rabbit with the pocket watch.

“Oh dear, oh dear, I shall be late.”

And for me it’s already too late.

I’m falling.

I’m falling deep into your eyes.

Flying pianos playing marvelous melodies.

Secret moments with stolen kisses and Cheshire Cat smiles.

Caterpillar rolling his eyes and blowing smoke rings in the air.

Queen of Hearts screaming “Off with her head!” but I’ve already lost my head the moment you looked at me.

I think I’m going mad.

“We’re all mad here.”, I hear the giggling whispers.

Mad Hatter’s laughing at me and I’m just laughing back accepting my fate.

I entirely got lost in the Wonderland of your eyes.

[audreyruston]

“you’re 25 and your home smells like you don’t quite know what you want out of life. you’re 25 and you’re saying, “i’m fine” to no one in particular, because there’s no one around to ask. you’re 25 and you’ve spent half your life listening to your own pulse, making sure you were still alive. you’re 25, but you don’t feel 25, you feel 105, you feel stuck and lost at the same time; you feel trapped, but also petrified, because the thought of freedom scares you. you’re 25 and it feels like the world has moved on five years ago; it feels like you’re arriving at the party that’s been over for a while, everyone’s gone and it’s all stale pizza and leftover cheap wine, and 90s music that you feel like you should know, but you don’t. you’re 25 and everyone’s talking about a quarter-life crisis and you think that maybe, you know how it feels - it tastes like microwaved food past the expiry date, and smells of bleach and mould; it sounds like sunday phone calls and pretending that this is the life you want; it feels like the anxiety of rent that is too high, and a job that feels like a noose around your neck, because you’re becoming the person you hate. you’re 25 and you’re not having fun. you’re 25 and you feel guilty, you feel wrong, you feel like you don’t belong; because this is not what 25 is supposed to feel like - it’s meant to be all sunrises by the ocean and drinking without hangovers and laughing from your belly and kissing boys who don’t make your hands tremble. you’re 25; this is your life and it feels like you’re doing it wrong. you’re 25, you’re scared, and you are lost. you are 25; you’re not alone.”

— marina v., the quarter-life crisis.  (via findingwordsforthoughts)

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“I break my own heart by expecting people to be as attached to me as I am to them.”

— Unknown

[sad-empty-lost]

Where is home when you always feel lost?

[perfectfeelings]

“On my silent days I miss you a little louder.”

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[lostdeepindarkthoughts]

[luckylluminati]

“Do you think there is the possibility of you and I? In this lifetime, is that too much to hope for? There is something so delicate about this time, so fragile. And if nothing ever comes of it, at least I have known this feeling, this wonderful sense of optimism. It is something I can always keep close to me—to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine. No matter what happens next, I will always be glad to know there is someone like you in the world.”

— Lang Leav, Someone Like You

[colorfulbiscuithandsdiplomat]

“It’s okay.

Saving me was never your job anyway.”

~ colorfulbiscuithandsdiplomat

[darkermoonnow]