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Maya. Second year at UC Santa Barbara. Originally from San Francisco East Bay. I always say I'm not a poet. But I am a lover of words. I collect them. This blog is to display my collection.
Do you hum a little tune all day long?
Do you hear my name in the chorus of your song?
Sarah Jarosz, “Tell Me True”
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That time you confused a lesson for a soulmate.
dream hampton (via tirhase)

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12 hours ago
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To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life.
William Somerset Maugham (via caitlinfaith)

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4 days ago
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I had never understood the expression about your heart being in your mouth. It beat there, choking me with blood.
Francesca Lia Block, Psyche in a Dress
5 days ago
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Your songs remind me of swimming
But I can’t swim anymore
Florence + the Machine, “Swimming”
6 days ago
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Theme: Cavalcade

the color of low self esteem

miguu:

what i never
learned
from my mother
was that
just because someone desires you
does
not mean they value you.
desire is the kind of thing that
eats you
and
leaves you starving.

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7 hours ago
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- You’re very poetic.
- No, just sad.
José Saramago from Blindness
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12 hours ago
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But the dream
is only the flitting costume of one moment,
is spent in one beat
of the darkness,
and falls at our feet, cast off
as the day stirs and sails away with us.
from “In The Tower” by Pablo Neruda (via unwrittenwords)

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4 days ago
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One day I will show you
the dirt beneath my nails
and you’ll know
not only of the things
I’ve buried and the graves
I’ve dug, but of the weeds
picked and the flowers
grown.
Kelsey Danielle (via mirroir)

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6 days ago
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I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein. (via riverran)

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6 days ago
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