Venus Comb

I'm a writer (so much Brittana especially, all in a row straight down this side) and I love mermaids and art and writing about women together. You are so welcome here.

[mermaidenmystic]

Russian artist Victor Nizovtsev

http://www.mcbridegallery.com/nizovtsev/nizovtsevgicleeprints/nizovtsevgicleeprintsmermaids.html

[mermaidenmystic]

The Echoing Shore ~ woodblock ~ 1931 ~ John Edgar Platt (English painter, woodcut artist and designer of stained glass, 1886-1967)

[mermaidenmystic]

artist found!

[fravery]

Renè Maltete

[lesbian-art]

Alexandria Huntington/ XiaHunt (Tumblr /Behance)

[vertigo1871]

Oreste Pizio (1879-1938), Medusa

[route22ny]

Conservatory and koi pool on Belle Isle, Detroit

September 2024

[thequietedge]

The Quiet Edge…

Bude, Cornwall. 2023

[brigantias-isles]

Moonlit Sonata 

Jessica -sieskja.-Albert

[brigantias-isles]

“I went up on the hill and walked about until twilight had deepened into an autumn night with a benediction of starry quietude over it. I was alone but not lonely. I was a queen in halls of fancy.”

— L.M. Montgomery, Emily’s Quest (via listentothestories)

[the-evil-clergyman]

Two Bats Flying by Katsushika Hokusai (1830-50)

[yesterdaysprint]

News-Journal, Mansfield, Ohio, January 10, 1960

[yesterdaysprint]

News-Journal, Mansfield, Ohio, January 17, 1960

[venuscomb]

“I send a violet, for L—. I should have sent a stem, but was overtaken by snow-drifts. I regret deeply not to add a butterfly, but have lost my hat, which precludes my catching one.”

— Emily Dickinson, letter to unknown recipient, 1885

[annleckie]

Screenshot of a tweet that reads, “In case of volcanic eruption, you will hear mermaids. Do not ignore the mermaids; they are there for your safety.”

Underneath it, a quoted tweet: “Perils of Google Translate no 44a. People seeking greater warning of volcanic eruptions want sirens, not mermaids.”

[a-quiet-green-agreement]

As he walked, the moon rose above the trees and cast his shadow before him. He paused, enjoying the sensation of walking quite silently upon the moonlit grass, and turned to see his footsteps left behind him, clearly marked in the dew and revealed by the moon. He felt an extreme lightness, as if he had become a spirit.

– Iris Murdoch, The Sandcastle

[indigodreams]

Friedrich Hechelmann

[littlestpersimmon]

sea salt and mangoes

[boykeats]

History student falls in love with astrophysics student by Keaton St. James

(patreon)

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