Romanticize summer 🍓
(If it looks really saturated and grainy please click on it i dont think tumblr likes my resolution)
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"Oh, the way the breeze gets to touch you makes me jealous whenever the wind blows.."
If I could caress your curves as light as the wind every second of the day, I would be a god - eUë
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THEYRE COMIN FOR HER OH LORDY THEYRE GONNA GET EM THEYRE COMIN THEY
He was too slow🤧🤧
A lil kissy for the road
Mango (Margo) got too silly again,,,
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"Your soul flows through my veins as if on a breeze, carried throughout me as softly as night.."
Your soul comes in waves as if flows within me, an ever growing light - eUë
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Too many people relate the ocean to sunshine and summer and relaxation and… that’s just not it.
I mean no hate if that’s what it means to you, and maybe it’s the fact that I AM an ocean child, my family is from the sea and we came to this country across it, but I can just never relate the ocean to an ice cream and a pool floatie.
To me the ocean is wild. It is danger. It is freedom. It is tasting the edge and knowing that not everyone can come back from it. It is swimming as far out the bay as you can when you’re twelve because you’re just so enchanted by the water and what it promises, only to realise that you’ve drifted far from where your family was. It is promises and secrets and treasure. It is alluring, a siren in the back of my mind, calling to me. It is hooked deep into who I am and I know that I can never come back from that.
The ocean is restless and she cares for no one any more than she has to. She would willingly drag me down ti her depths and never let me go, and that just makes me love her more. The ocean is in my heart.
The ocean, the sea, the waves that crash on the rocks in the storm, that rush up up up over the sand banks and into the town. That isn’t a being that is intrinsically tied to sunlight and fruit and sun tans.
Have you never stood on the cliffs, or the end of the pier, and felt the waves crashing below and the salt spray fly onto your face? Have you never felt the tug of a current, or stayed on the shore even as the tide comes up to your legs, then up to the harbour wall? Have you never stepped into her fierce embrace and wished to never leave?
The ocean is restless, yes, and wild, and dangerous. She will be tamed by nobody.
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