About The Curly Haired Introvert

Madness and Youth

I watched a movie tonight. The remake of Cinderella. It makes me believe anything is possible, and I do. I do believe anything is possible. It warms my heart and places a smile upon my lips... but possibilities are everything, and everything is vast, and vastness is scary and wonderful. I read something today ( shocker, me reading :) ) something so true it baffled me. It probably shouldn't have, but it did. And I loved it.

[Take me to Wonderland, leave me in Neverland] via tumblr

Take me to true madness, leave me in adventure and youth. Something I've wanted. Always wanted. Would madness make sense in a mad world? Could I finally find courage and kindness in adventure? Youth. Something I've always wanted to keep. The older I get the more I can't stand the world around me. Ever since I was young the idea of growing up was unappealing. I've never quite liked growing up. Things were much simpler when our babble was mad. When we could do and try and just have courage and be kind because it was fun and easy; when it was a big adventure. I've always wanted youth. I've always wanted those foreign magical lands. 

His name means youthful, and he has driven me mad. How ironic. 

Isn't it madly amazing how one thing just leads to the other? 

October 3, 2015

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I wrote this, I think, when I was sixteen. Three years later, irony is still leading and confusing my life.

I think kindness is what I'm best at when compared to courage. I'm still frightened by most things.

It was, of course, sometime after this I started referring to myself as Wonderland and somebody else as Neverland. Now I think of everybody in these terms but keep it to myself for the most part. It's not a complete definition, just an idea of how I see certain people.