Tuesday, October 15, 2013
You’ve gone a million miles, how
far did you get?  That place where
you can’t remember, and you can’t
Bruce Springsteen (Lyrics)
are less like temples
and more like biographies
they carry all the
broken hearts, false hopes and cobwebs
neatly mapped in your veins and tendons,
a whole history
tucked away in the spaces in between
your ribs and collarbones.
Annalise Gill, Biographies (via larmoyante)

I am


leaning hard towards fall. I’m ready for warm caps and wool sweaters, for sipping hot black coffee on cold blue mornings.


Lovers Spring

I have been alone all this time, though lovers have come and gone;  I scarcely recall how their lips must’ve tasted or how their hands fit into my own.

You, on the other hand, have become a memory that has woven its thread through my entire being.

Oh, of course, I had loved them in a way, but it was fleeting and more hopeful than it was desirable; more dutiful than it was pleasurable.  Half the time I was trying to find something that would link me to them, to find in them what I had once found in the loving of you… and loving you was so easy…

They were, I’d say- like wine.
Something to look forward to after a long day.  An escape from reality.  A drowning of your memory in my empty hours.  I think that perhaps that is what called me to them, that perhaps I too, was their wine…

But you, my love,
You were like water;
Pure and giving of life!
You flowed through me like a beautiful spring and I knew then that  I would never desire to drink from another spring again…  but our spring ran dry.

Or did it?

I am thirsty…
I have thirst for you all the years you’ve been gone.

'N should I ever find another such spring again, in my time;  would I even dare to drink from it?  Would such a spring flow through me as you once had?  Would it finally wash the remnants of you from the desert of my heart?  Would it bring the spirit in me that danced in your eyes- back to life? 


My eyes lose their path and
My soul - its anchor
When another wonders too
Too deeply within

I cannot help - but to flee…



Sit with me, here,
in this perfect

where I can listen
to your thoughts
hearing my own. 

— © 2013 Maza - Dohta


I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired. Elizabeth Scott (via inmilkwood)

So incredibly relevant.

(via nosarahously)
She asked, ‘you are in love, what does love look like?’ To which I replied, ‘like everything I’ve ever lost came back to me.’ Nayyirah Waheed  (via concio)
Monday, October 14, 2013


Touch me
like you understand
my language.

— © 2013 Maza - Dohta


drugs not hugs don’t touch me

Omg .. hilarious!