Open Expression-C'est la Vie

A literary and personal view. Poetry, Art, Photos, Quotes ETC.. I'm 21 years old, a writer, singer, feminist who's been trapped her whole life and just wants to be free. Anything signed Mai Alice (Mailyn Abreu) is original work do not reblog without my name. :]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I don’t speak with anyone for a week. I just sit on a stone by the sea.

Anna Akhmatova, from Plantain

… and there is something about the achingly bright expanse of blue that makes me feel infinitely placid, infinitely calm, infinitely spacious. Something there is about the ceaseless, unperturbed ebb and flow … about the vast masses of green-blue water … that heals all my uneasy questionings and self-searchings.

Sylvia Plath, from a letter

You would rather have gone on feeling nothing, emptiness and silence; the stagnant peace of the deepest sea, which is easier than the noise and flesh of the surface.

Margaret Atwood, from Eurydice

The sea has many voices, Many Gods and many voices.

T.S. Eliot, from The Dry Salvages

Look there: how she approaches impatiently over the sea. Do you not feel the thirst and the hot breath of her love? She would suck at the sea and drink its depth into her heights; and the sea’s desire rises toward her with a thousand breasts. It wants to be kissed and sucked by the thirst of the sun; it wants to become air and height and a footpath of light, and itself light.

Friedrich Nietzsche, from Thus Spoke Zarathustra

The sea is working, working in my silence.

Pablo Neruda, from Nothing More

She knows what she wants: she wants to remain standing still in the sea. And so she remains. The woman neither receives nor transmits. She does not need to communicate. She knows that she is gleaming from the water, the salt and the sun. In some obscure way her dripping hair is like that of a shipwrecked person.

Clarice Lispector, from An Apprenticeship, or the Book of Delights

I wish you a kinder sea.

Emily Dickinson, from a letter

[abduction]

[mai-alicespeak]

Your lips are an inescapable force,

Entrance me darling,

Don't let go.

[hellish-daddy]

[mitten]

[the-perfect-aesthetic]

[catharinethegreat]

Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?

The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore by Tennessee Williams (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

[heartsaidnoibat]

If you told me a few years ago that I would ship her

with him:

Or her:

With her:

Or him:

With her:

Or especially him:

With their child:

I would NEVER have believed you. But being a part of the Once Upon A Time fandom changes a person. -_-

[mostlyfiction]

I find myself waiting for a call from you, a text message, an email, a letter in my mailbox with a Vincent van Gogh stamp in the corner. I’m still waiting, still anticipating for the moment when you will bring me back into your life, or come back into mine. It’s been nine months since I have last heard from you. We went from being inseparable for three years to being complete strangers in a matter of minutes. What were we thinking when we thought that this distance between us could only make us stronger, only bring us closer together? We were fools in love from the very start, and now that we have reached our end I can still only see us as those hopeless romantics who are yearning for love like it was the only feeling that we ever needed to keep us from falling apart.

"We may have been fools, but at least we were fools in love," - Colleen Brown (via mostlyfiction)

[cremarei]

[me-gustadesnuda]

[morissey]

[nitratediva]

From F. Percy Smith’s The Birth of a Flower (1910).

[lustere-blog]

Grunge Style on We Heart It.

[milansreactionwhen-blog]

[shitsgroovy]

Something inside is hurting you – that’s why you need cigarettes or whiskey, or music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.

(via bl-ossomed)

[thelightsoffame]

[sailingaugust]

“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” 

- Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene

[youreyesblazeout]

Sometimes desire is the same as need, and sometimes it’s a deeper thing, a thing that whispers, a thing that leans against you like a lover in a dance, like a child sleeping on your shoulder, like a secret of a friend… like some glorious weight you’ll always bear, like a ring or a piercing or the memory of dragging that desire over the skin of who you love.

Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)