Great egret at the beach this morning, I walked very slowly to the edge of the shore to take this picture — it flew off just a second later
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Great egret at the beach this morning, I walked very slowly to the edge of the shore to take this picture — it flew off just a second later
yes i'm a writer (non-practicing)
me for 3 years straight: “sorry i haven’t been myself lately”
might start birdwatching or kill myself or something
— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across
x / martha gellhorn
always thinking of light houses <3
Fog and Sun, Sea and Stone The Monterey Coast, 1980
Carl Frederik Sørensen (Danish, 1818–1879), "Danish Ships in Rough Seas" (details), 1877
I don't bother to ask, "Are you mad at me?"
Which is "Do you love me?"
because I have the answer already.
I don't let myself love you even though all I want is to be closer to you.
Because I know you don't.
Even when you say you do.
"I love you."
"I love you too." the words feel heavy on my tongue. Your words heavy on my heart, my mind, my soul...
Because I know you don't.
can't believe I've never seen the sea :'(
Something about August. Craving that cold sad feeling, wrapped in warm nostalgia. Was I sad last August? I remember smiling. I remember drawing more. Reading some. Hiking in my dad's jacket. Gripping the steering wheel, car parked. It was all so good and so sad. I put a yellow filter over last August but I lived it in blue. The music I played filled my eyes with tears and shoved my mind outside my body. Something about the wind.
if i ever create a body of work i hope people make comparative posts of my stuff thinking they’re intentional parallels when in reality im just obsessed with a handful of images and words and often repeat myself
sweethearts in photo booths (1920s-1960s)