seal cove

selkie sanctuary

[thewidewhiteroar]

hi 🤍✨

I made this blog as a place to be whimsical and vulnerable and personal away from people who know me.

29, she/her

[clearpills]

[thewidewhiteroar]

it seems i only use this blog in times of crisis because no irls are following me but fuck. i’ve been going through it in the last few days. and it’s such a cliché to say i’m going to put my feelings into music but where else am i supposed to put them? i have no one to talk to about this. it’s like my emotional state is toxic waste and the piece i’m practicing is the only place in town that accepts it

[maureen2musings]

Glen Coe, Ballachulish

Sinitta Leunen

[girlfag1]

[vamptits]

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to disappear at sea

[imcuteforever-deactivated202605]

[pnwander]

tide pool ࿐࿔

[389]

by Sam Johnson

[thewidewhiteroar]

last night as I lay awake at 2am I suddenly realized my last birthday was the first where I didn’t feel intangible nonsensical despair… now let’s see if this newfound weightlessness extends to the period around new years during which I usually feel similarly heavy. it’s like growing older gives time less power over me when it should be the other way round. time means nothing to me rn and it feels nice

[te5seract]

Winter Beacon & Winter Elements by Jackie Ferrier

[the-crow-in-the-blooming-tree]

[sealsdaily]

Today's Seals Are: Atmospheric

[seiitchi]

[gentlemanuniverse]

[daffodilmornings]

🌿 wind flowing like water 🌿

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[rherlotshadow]

Shrine at a spring.

Wiltshire, England.

[funeral]

The little girl’s sense of secrecy that developed at prepuberty only grows in importance. She closes herself up in fierce solitude: she refuses to reveal to those around her the hidden self that she considers to be her real self and that is in fact an imaginary character: she plays at being a dancer like Tolstoy’s Natasha, or a saint like Marie Leneru, or simply the singular wonder that is herself. There is still an enormous difference between this heroine and the objective face that her parents and friends recognize in her. She is also convinced that she is misunderstood: her relationship with herself becomes even more passionate: she becomes intoxicated with her isolation, feels different, superior, exceptional: she promises that the future will take revenge on the mediocrity of her present life. From this narrow and petty existence she escapes by dreams.

Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex