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God Is Screaming ( Under My Skin )
My tears are sea salt. My voice carries the tide.
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Acantilados (Guethary) (detail), Carlos de Haes, ca. 1881
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“oh my god, they have a flamingo floatie.”
Bluu was in the grocery store with Rachel before realizing that, except for canned soup and more instant coffee, she needed to figure out what to prepare for such a long time without power in the middle of a rain storm. It wasn't even October yet, and Mother Nature was already going off the rails.
Even more disconcerting, the general store wasn’t exceptionally crowded. Indeed, something of this magnitude shouldn’t be taken lightly, even though there hadn’t been an official weather announcement on Rachel’s phone or the radio or even an emergency siren sounding on the town’s loudspeakers. So whatever was going to happen—if it was going to happen—not many people knew about it yet. Bluu started to bypass the produce section. There was no need to buy anything perishable. But still, as she passed the bananas, she grabbed a bunch. They’d get eaten in the next couple of days, and damn it; she wanted to make a banana smoothie for Rachel at least before they went bad. And oranges. They’d need the vitamin C. It had to be a false alarm. Bluu prayed it was a false alarm, that nothing would happen, and that her RV would be untouched.
“oh my god, they have a flamingo floatie.”
Halfway down the aisle, Bluu thought, “Ah, what the hell,” and turned around to replace the bananas and oranges with the brightly pink floatie perched innocently sideways in the stand. “If you like it so much, I’ll buy it,” Bluu said, gently squeezing Rachel’s hand. “Maybe we can use it to float downstream once the storm passes.”
@rach8
#answered ask#ask and bluu shall receive#but seriously a floatie?#they'll have to cram that piece somewhere lol
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Details: Coup de vent devant Frascati, Le Havre, Eugène Boudin, c. 1896
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Fun Facts About Esther Rivers
-) Esther doesn't precisely hate Bluu; mother and daughter have a complicated relationship and are much more capable of antagonizing each other. It's a twisted form of love language that continues until Bluu becomes an adult.
-) Despite their strained relationship, Esther and Bluu appear to have a much closer relationship now that Bluu is an adult and understand each other much better. It's just that they're constantly tearing strips off each other. One time, Esther confessed to Bluu that she never wanted to be her mother, only to immediately say that she loves her so much and is glad she had her.
-) Esther doesn't believe in seances, ghosts, or the occult and thinks Bluu dropping out of college to live on a strange island and her rantings about her being a reincarnated God is the result of Bluu having a nervous breakdown. Not even the strange happenings that surrounded Bluu as a child were enough to convince Esther that her daughter is not entirely human. Esther is blissfully and willfully unaware.
#FRACTURED MOONLIGHT ON THE SEA II * HEADCANONS#I have a lot to say about Bluu's mother#Esther is a mess and was never meant for motherhood
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Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1892-1910
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UNDER MY SKIN ( A GOD IS SCREAMING )
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#it's been rough lately but I'm fine#I'm currently working at my new job and I'm loving it#also october is just around the corner and I miss my little sea goddess
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Oh, sweetheart! What big teeth you have ! !
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summer/vacation starters!
“if you were a cocktail, which one would you be?”
“i’m not going in the water.”
“i, uh… i can’t swim.”
“i already regret going on this trip.”
“would you help me put sunscreen on my back?”
“this place is perfect. i don’t ever wanna leave.”
“you come here every year, but we never talk.”
“i think the tent is leaking.”
“i’m done with taking instagram pictures of you, can we please just go and enjoy this place?”
“wait, you have a boyfriend/girlfriend back home?”
“will you teach me how to surf?”
“so… we’re both travelling alone.”
“i’ll come back next year.”
“we’re on vacation and you’re still working all the time.”
“you’re the worst tour guide ever.”
“i don’t want to ever leave.”
“mimosas for breakfast, please tell me you’re down.”
“so i guess we have to share a hotel room.”
“it’s just a bikini, not that big of a deal.”
“just you and me on a boat, i don’t think i’ve ever been happier.”
“do you know how to set up a tent?”
“this has not exactly been the vacation of my dreams.”
“this must be the longest road trip i’ve ever been on.”
“let’s go for a walk along the beach.”
“there’s no better time to try something new then on a trip.”
“it’s so hot here, i’m all sweaty.”
“i’m here to enjoy the music, isn’t that what festivals are for?”
“if you throw me in the pool, i swear to god…”
“it’s a beautiful day to go for a picnic.”
“i can’t believe this place is your home, you’re so lucky.”
“i don’t even like the beach.”
“i think you were here last summer as well, weren’t you?”
“camping is not for me.”
“wow, this is your summer house?! it’s huge!”
“oh my god, they have a flamingo floatie.”
“that’s the most impressive sandcastle i’ve ever seen.”
“how about we do a barbecue?”
“do you have to eat your popsicle like that?”
“come on, join me for a swim.”
“it’s just eating ice cream, that doesn’t make it a date.”
“i came here to find myself.”
“i’m not dressed for the beach.”
“do you need help with your suitcase?”
“i don’t wanna get my hair wet.”
“summer love? i think it’s more than that.”
“why go on a hike if you’re afraid of heights?”
“my flight got cancelled, so i guess i’m staying longer.”
“i’m flying back home tomorrow.”
“this is a summer to never forget.”
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Han Jiaquan (Chinese, 1972), Waves #1, 2022. Oil on canvas, 30 x 40 cm.
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