HE WHO SITS BY THE SHORE DOESN'T KNOW THE SEA.

𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶 𝚃𝙾 @𝚂𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙴𝚁．

[classicarte]

Le chef oriental (Oriental Chief) Georges Rochegrosse

[winedarkarchive-deactivated2023]

O DEATHLESS SEA / irene by simon harsent / the invading surf by frederick judd waugh / the mediterranean in the ancient world by fernand braudel (trans. siân reynolds) / stormy sea by ivan konstantinovich aivazovsky / dancing in odessa by ilya kaminsky / i lived the beloved name by odysseus elytis (trans. olga broumas & t. begley) / strong winds and high tides battered a coastal road close to newtownards, northern ireland by peter morrison /  shipwreck off the cliffs of dover at night with dover castle in the distance by eugène lepoittevin / the odyssey, book 13 by homer (trans. emily wilson) / seebild by ingo kühl

[smokefalls]

[…] it is a privilege to have a story, to know your own narrative as surely as you know your name.

Ayşegül Savaş, Walking on the Ceiling (via smokefalls)

[etherea1ity]

"Rough sea" by Giovanni Allievi

[tifones]

  do not rb.

[voirlvmer]

and the slow, sad pleasure of knowing it wouldn’t last

more beautiful, even, than imagining it would.

Maya C. Popa, from “Wittgenstein in the Palisades”, American Faith

[aridante]

“Eat me, my love, live on me with animal-thirst… enter me and become my hunger for you.”

— J. Karl Bogartte, A Curious Night for a Double Eclipse

[julia-wanders]

Beautiful America’s Oregon Coast, 1999

[megairea]

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust: Part I (1808), as quoted in Mikhail Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita (1967)

[endless-unfolding]

“something is eating away at me with splendid teeth”

— Gwendolyn MacEwen, from “Memoirs of a Mad Cook,” The Armies of the Moon (Macmillan, 1972)

[voirlvmer]

“Every water surface, velvet smooth, offers up that tormenting image, with the “ungraspable phantom of life” below it. Lean over. Look. What’s there? What’s on the other side of that smooth surface? Fathomless depths, total dark, the great yawn, the shadow, the gape, the frightening mess that’s easier to avoid. Look and look. The surface is penetrable, just slip on through, but you don’t come out, or maybe you just don’t come out the same.”

— Nina MacLaughlin, from “All This Blood and Love”, The Paris Review (via voirlvmer)

[tifones]

   “have you ever heard of—the fountain of youth?”

personals do not rb.

[aridante]

Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Dive Into the Waters of the World

[aridante]

“I have left behind anyone who knew me. / Yet here I am — not much / of an escape artist after all.”

— Maria Takolander, from “Lullaby,” Addressed to Anne Sexton, Trigger Warning

[jamesusilljournal]

‘Extermination of Mongolian Ships’, Kyosai Kawanabe, 1863 

[ojibwa]

no more recovery im going to walk into the ocean and turn into sea foam

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

And because our pain is ancient, we too will formalize our rituals with blood leaking out around the needle when the big gods try but fail to find the bandit vein.

On the Spectrum of Possible Deaths, ‘Pharaoh’ by Lucia Perill (via decreation)