My Heart Lives At Sea

balloons all filled with rain.

[la-malqueridaa]

sometimes u just gotta drink a glass of water and accept that you’re an extremely complicated person

[tghphotography]

Late Summer

[6i]

tryna heal, while tryna grieve, while tryna live, while tryna forgive, while tryna love.

[love]

by emma parker

[shisasan]

𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[youreadarkwizard]

The X-Files  | 1x03 “Squeeze”  (1993)  

[neckkiss]

About Time (2013)

[remanence-of-love]

[carpentrix]

It’s dark. I am up early enough to see the stars. The porch light on the house across the street shines bright enough to bring shadows into the room. The neighborhood is still. Frost not dew, the grass is stiff; a woman scrapes ice off her windshield and I feel it in my teeth. Mothwinged darkness opens itself widest now. Today is the shortest day of the year.

What now on this longest night? What now as Holly King surrenders and Oak King takes charge? What now as the wheel of the year tips to its lightening side? What now in this season of sorrow? What now as the solstice fire opens a doorway to our secret souls? The soul is thicker in winter.

We stand in the dark with strands of light between us. Feel the warmth, the heat, the glow, it’s yours to know. I want to give it name and say it to you, but I don’t know the words. The soul doesn’t let us know, not all the way. We flail and give name to simpler needs. Here, sit. Get warm.

Winter Solstice at the Paris Review.

[Print: Mood Indigo, by Mary Teichman, 2014.]

[spacemountaineer]

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

10425 Venice Boulevard - Los Angeles, May 18, 1997 by John Humble

[sunbathe]

[tooshyforsoho]

[hatin]

via weheartit

[sulfatto-deactivated20241018]

[perfictionism]

[sacred-portal]