oak plank rib cage

(source: je te veux. n'arrete pas.)

like pale gold

You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.
- Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless

that lightning in the chest

She takes the dreams out of his skull--a small boat, its departure from the harbor, the gradual loss of land.  She can smell the hull wood baked into brittleness by the sun, the drop over an edge into nothing but water & horizon, the slackening of time that accompanies the absence of spatial direction.
She sits there for awhile, culling through his brain.
- Dawn Clifton Tripp, Moontide

(image: Patterson Maker)

summa in the city

& the heat is on!

a certain sacrifice

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night

Marlon

& a cat -- love.

full of secrets

 

superior air of the sea, the salt patches on my skin, 

the taste of salt on his lips, his neck, 

dark romance driven deep into white bones, 

disastrous shipwreck.   

The images are sudden, as is he. He trusts suddenness, lives on rash, momentary impulses, lives in a world too fast for thought.   

Salt is always on his neck.   

He is always in the sea.

 (image: aubreyrd)

letters to a young poet

Things aren’t all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.
- Rilke

friday

Sky over Chelsea Piers
May 2012

green

more myself than I am

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.

memory & imagination & language

The thing about a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head. There is the illusion of aliveness.
-Tim O'Brien

friday

such soul

Hello gorgeous.
image: bathwater

memory

Photos by Jon Yeston, a photographer with a dream eye.

no matter how many times

via I Will Swim Through You Pinterest

hello monday

Embrace it.

photo by Justin Farrar

shimmer

 

Iridescence - such an incredible natural wonder.

image via Middle Child Complex. 

the island

via Je te veux. N'arrete pas.

crack the sky

off to the island.

fog

sailing in the fog by Jetty Life

feel the love

So incredibly adorable.  A good reminder to respect & love all that you can. xo.

photo via Oceanic Island

stars are just beginning to appear

ocean spray

love that salt in the air
(image: colowhey)

a fabulous truth about writers:

You see, a writer will only
look at you in words, fancy
words, full of fancy nouns and
fancy verbs, and gaze
at you longingly in adjectives.
They will wrap your body and
keep it warm in never
ending sentences and undress
you with just the right
punctuations and you will
never be able to
read them like the way
they can break open your spine
and read you like
you’re their favorite book.
And when they are done,
they will leave you in a
state of ellipsis (—speechless;
wanting more, yearning
more, waiting, staying for
the rest, hoping for a story
that never ends.)
- via obliteratedheart, by the writer of 52hearts.