mariawithanaccent

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me even when I'm 23, all the time

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"Bichofué" -Noroccidente, Colombia.

[mariawithanaccent]

love how them birdies are the only ones who enjoy rain, they get this immense joy, and now I think they´re the only ones who can understand me ´bout this.

[mariawithanaccent]

it might

it might be over soon, but it also might be it again, only in another mascarade party, with other kind of speech, under another sky and ceilings, it might be there it can be found or neither, but this might be over soon, and that might be there now.

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that day was mine

ain't amazing to have a cool mind, a moment of relinquishing, of contemplation of even some small achievement, not getting on back to the mourning of people and life? an't fantastic to have these fractional but ironically eternal moments in time, a frozen minute in which every single sassy noise just gets stuck in a miserable box which will be put somewhere else deep down in the subsconscious spectrum which serves no one? ain't magical that momento... of quite, in the mind, in the soul, in the world?

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“I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together.”

— Warsan Shire (via clinginess)

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for kindred timeless souls like ours, the sky's never the limit.

Colombia, in a city where's always summer.

[mariawithanaccent]

give give me that love I've been waiting for... even if it's just for an Augenblick.

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me_irl

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su corazón mi corazón calienta.

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will never ever understand people who leave several tabs open for like a whole lifetime.

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when you're a literat but have connected much more to a physicist than anyone else

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una conversación astral bajo una crema de estrellas.

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me_irl

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today?

Me_irl

[mariawithanaccent]

qué "estrés" tu vida, ¿verdad?

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this recalls a question of mine: what happened to our nights out in the woods, were they pointless?