seline

I cried so much I thought I would turn into a river or a fountain...

[singing-river]

;* ;*

[moongloss]

“Silk does for the body what diamonds do for the hand.”

— Oscar de la Renta (via glamorousempress)

[pivovarovah]

“She’s sensitive, too. Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper.”

— Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her (via hereislight)

[ovulous-blog]

[antigonick]

“Far out Eros murmurs its promise—sea surf.”

— Odysseus Elytis, excerpt of “Of the Aegean”, in Orientations, trans. by Jeffrey Carson and Nikos Sarris

[niimph]

“The moonbeams kiss the sea;”

— Percy Bysshe Shelley, from The Collected Poems; “Love’s Philosophy”

[thepedigreeofhoney]

Water Spirits

Nereids: nymphs of the Agean sea, the 50 daughters of Nereus and Doris. Depicted as beautiful girls crowned with branches of red coral and dressed in white silk robes trimmed with gold, but who went barefoot

Kelpie: shape-shifting water spirit inhabiting the lochs and pools of Scotland. Depicted as a melancholy dark-haired maiden balanced on a rock

Naiad : nymph, presiding over fountains, wells, springs, streams, brooks and other bodies of fresh water. Distinct from very ancient spirits that inhabited the still waters of marshes, ponds and lagoon-lakes

Rusalka: water spirit in Slavic folklore. Depicted as a young woman who lures young men, seduced by either her looks or her voice, into the depths of said waterways where she would entangle their feet with her long red hair and submerge them

Swan Maidens: mythical creature who shapeshifts from human form to swan form. key to the transformation is usually a swan skin, or a garment with swan feathers attached.

Selkies: maighdeann-mhara (“maiden of the sea),mythological creatures found in Scottish, Irish, and Faroese folklore. Said to live as seals in the sea but shed their skin to become human on land.

[3xpr3ssi0ns]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by Richard Howard, from “The Rock Garden,”

[uvre]

Hellenistic Greece, 2nd Century BC.

[niimph]

“… in her ivory-white satin bed, among mirrors and rows of outsize bottles and perfume. Her body and face so expressive that they do not seem made of flesh but of trembling antennae, a breath, a nerve, a vibration.”

— Anaïs Nin, from “The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 3: 1931-1934″

[liberalpussy]

[xshayarsha]

“Her little white hands are fluttering like doves that fly to their dove-cots. They are like white butterflies. They are just like white butterflies.”

— Oscar Wilde, from Salome.

[perfectquote]

“She’s never where she is. She’s only inside her head.”

— Janet Fitch, White Oleander

[fakehermes-deactivated20170207]

[lifeinpoetry]

“She never could say what she felt.”

— Virginia Woolf, from “To The Lighthouse” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[niimph]

“I do not care for the body, I love the timid soul, the blushing, shrinking soul;”

— Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mrs. A.P Strong, 2 January 1851