Musings of a Small Town City Chick

I'm Dawn, a 17 year old writer/photographer/performer/Nutella addict from the closest thing to a small town in NYC (hence the name). Find me at new-york-living and a lot of other places.

[smalltowncitychick]

I actually like it when people vent to me, I don’t feel like it annoys me at all. In fact it makes me feel like i’m wanted and trusted by the people around me. I enjoy helping others and giving advice to those who need it. I can honestly say i’d push anything out of the way just to listen to you vent because I know how it feels like when you have so much bottled inside of you. You’re at that point where you can’t stand it and need to finally let things out.

[smalltowncitychick]

Your Poem #1

I want to write a poem about you

But I know I’ll end up comparing you to him

And I really don’t want to do that

Because frankly, you two couldn’t be more different

Wait, I must stop,

I’m already comparing.

Isn’t it funny how after so long

He has become “him” and no longer my “you?”

But this is a poem about you, not him

And you are the boy for whom I choose my words

Who I can talk to about anything from Hinduism to cupcakes

The boy who wants to write for me

So why are you so difficult to write about?

I do know how I feel about you

But not how I feel about that feeling

I guess I was hoping this would help me figure it out

But I feel more confused than when I started

Well, you are a boy, though far from typical

And boys have a tendency to confuse me

But I guess I’ll continue to explore the world with you

And see where that road takes me

Starting with a poem.

[thenewyorkerwhowrites-deactivat]

"Sometimes I write about my own life. And sometimes I write about situations I see my friends going through. Sometimes I write about a scene I saw in a movie. I take inspiration from all different places."

Taylor Swift (via thenewyorkerwhowrites)

[smalltowncitychick]

Advice/Poetry

If you let yourself change For a single person You won't recognize you When they leave. Its okay to borrow And even change Tiny bits and pieces Slight alterations. But to completely transform And be left alone You'll need a reinvention And that's quite hard. So be honest and true (Which is even harder) And if you're incapable You're not ready to bear your soul. Because you have to know yourself For another person to know you And you have to be yourself For another person to love you.

[intensetexts]

[animalsnaps]

black & white quotes/GIFS

[psawyer513]

If you want to learn what someone fears losing, watch what they photograph.

Unknown (via thexpotent)

This hit me harder than I expected.

(via isarian450)

This made me think about what I photograph

(via avehotsumma)

[thenewyorkerwhowrites-deactivat]

"I just want to give some appreciation to internet friendships, they are the best. Even though you havent met them in person, you still feel this great appreciation for them because whatever your going through people on the internet can relate, it’s probably why were here in the first place, to escape. It’s the best thing in the world to actually meet your friends from the internet in person because its just this huge awakening, like wow your real and i’m real. I don’t like how internet friendships are portrayed as being not real because they are real and their like any other friendship, it just happens you met on the internet. So thank you to my internet friends for always being there for me, love you guys."

Kelly Colleen / 9:43 am (via newyorkerwhowrites)

[pyoo]

I know. I’m very hard to talk to. I realize that.

(via breakmyheartandiwillbreakyourfac)

[smalltowncitychick]

Maybe that was the price of loving someone: You lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.

Scott Westerfeld, Afterworlds

[inkonapagepoetry]

You gaze at the stars and think, someday. Someday, you will become one of them. You watch her perfectly carved lips move and think, someday. Someday, you will know what they taste like. You listen to the rippling of a puddle and think, someday. Someday, you will start that wave. You hear his laughter in the wind and think, someday. Someday, you will become his favorite sound. You go through the motions and you think, someday. Darling, what is life for if not for living?

Someday could easily be today (via inkonapagepoetry)

keepingskinnylove

(via o-l-d-s-o-u-l-s)

[greelin]

there are just people out there that are the embodiment of the sun like the things they say and do light up the world and make you feel warm they are human sunshine

[jt--snow-deactivated20251211]

Wandering Around,

all this Ringing in My Ears,

I wish I could put it on your finger, but

that joke’s already been made before.

The same could be said of my love for you,

but I like to think it’s real.

[smalltowncitychick]

Never allow any one person to completely change your world. You are not a song, you are a mixed tape composed of everyone you've ever met

11:56 P.M

[girlforce-deactivated20160106]

Depression is not Lana Del Rey music, with smeared black eyeliner and tears running down your face. It is not a blood-stained tub, or the blade sitting across from you. It is not being rocked back and forth by a boy as he kisses your head and whispers “I love you,” repeatedly in your ear. Depression is not the dread you feel when the person you love the most doesn’t text you back. Depression is disgusting. It is low and filthy and dirty and it eats you away, bit by bit. Depression is the stale smell of your room and your clothes, because you have no energy to clean anything. It is sitting in the bathtub for hours as you feel that dirty type of clean, letting the hot water run down your body in no aims to stand up and turn it off. It is the hunch in your back and the the defeated slouch in your shoulders, the kind that your parents always try to fix, exclaiming “Sit up straight,” but what good does that ever do. Depression is the hours spent lying in your bed, trying desperately to fall asleep but never being able to. It is your eyes being so heavy-lidded and the circles under them that don’t fade, even after a good nights sleep. Depression is the sinking feeling you get when you enter school and your mind is already set - why would you care about your grades when you don’t even care about your life? It is the darkest kind of dark, the kind that intoxicates your brain and turns your best friends to enemies, your family to people you simply push away so they don’t have to hurt just because you do. It is the raw feeling of emptiness, the kind that gnaws at your very insides and leaves you nothing more than a walking skeleton, incapacitated and incapable of feeling anything but sorrow and sadness for nobody but yourself. Depression is the deepest hole you could ever think of, the only one you could ever think of because you dug it yourself. It is being not only unable, but unwilling to pull yourself up, having the darkness swallow you whole. Depression is not rain. It is being unable to see the sun, even after the rain has passed.

It is 2015. Stop romanticizing depression. (via lighthowell)

AMEN FUCKING AMEN!

(via everybodyshurting)

[thecardigancollector]

I used to love everyone. Absolutely everyone. And it was so private and intense, and my heart broke every time I saw someone slowly ruin himself or herself. They would let sadness in without any resistance, and they would make choices that they knew would hurt them in order to feel alive. I used to find everyone so endearing, with humanity just leaking out of them with every gesture. I was highly perceptive of everyone around me, and as we all got older, that gift became a curse. I gave myself away to everyone I met, thinking they needed my heart for themselves more than I needed to hold onto it. No one would understand that now. They probably think I’ve always been cold and closed-off, that I would never understand affection or pain, and it simply isn’t true. Through the years, I became a hollowed-out version of who I was, and now I understand every emotion better than they’ll ever know. I just can’t experience it with them. I’ve been numb for years now, and it’s because I used to be more human than you’ll ever grasp.

(via veinsfullofpoetry)

[thenewyorkerwhowrites-deactivat]

[apoemwrittenforyou]

You are good enough

sometimes doubt might cloud your mind

believe in yourself

-You Are Always Good Enough