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Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, February 1927.

Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own, September 1929.

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Types of People as Piratecore Things!

Leviathan: an ancient curse, unnaturally clear water, it goes down and down and is so very dark and you still can't see the bottom, shadows beneath the waves that are more unsettling when you stop seeing them, a pistol at your side, constant vigilance, knowing so much and so little, salt-sores, whispering, always a second away from a mutiny

Whale Song: leaning out over the bow, held up by your faith in your ship and in your own body, wind tangling your hair, broken harmonies falling like meteors from the ratlines, rough hands, knowing how to wash blood out of your clothes, screaming and yelling out to the endless expanse of blue just for the sake of it, running barefoot over the deck and pulling the splinters out one by one, poke and stick tattoos, your crew is your family and you live and die like blood and saltwater

Torn Sails: storms, thunder, toothy smiles and missing teeth, sharks, trusting your blade and nothing else, knowing how to fix broken things, a half-full bottle of rum, always drinking straight from the bottle, intricate tattoos, a story only you can read, maps sprawled beneath your hands, tearing and taking from the world with hungry eyes and sharp teeth

Gold: rich wine, tired eyes, rare smiles, crooked teeth, expressions you've never learned to school into a mask, never being satisfied, the glutted feeling of success, bloody hands, thick soled boots, superstitions, refusing to learn how to swim, strange foods from strange ports, the skeleton of a mermaid hanging in your quarters, piles of coins and artifacts, you've long ago forgotten to fear death

Treasure Map: adventure, lusting for the unknown, another land, another port, another mile from anybody and anything that could stop you, long gulps of alcohol, sleeping rarely, open eyes, you will touch every corner of this earth or you will burn it down trying, knowing every star in the sky by name, never needing or wanting a map, trusting your crew with you life, unwavering faith that the horizon is just another rule to be broken, crooked fingers from being broken and never set properly, scars on your shoulders and left leg, the sound of striking matches one after another

Bloodied Lip: give em hell, bloody smiles like the end of the world, the sound of cannonfire ringing in your ears, sore muscles, pouring alcohol on the cuts that score your body, half because you know what happens if you don't, half to feel the burning one more time, a grave bookmarked at the bottom of the sea, dull knives and false hopes, a shipwreck and laughter as your last words

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Cold War (2018) dir. Pawel Pawlikowski

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“As for the beauty of women, it is like the light on the sea,”

— Virginia Woolf, from The Complete Works; “Jacob’s Room,” wr. c. 1922

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Wildflowers pt 1 (by imagesofdream) Kern County, Gorman, & Mt. Rainier

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Skofja Loka, Slovenia (by parafernalia123)

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Carol (2015) dir. Todd Haynes

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Roma (2018) dir. Alfonso Cuarón

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“Mountains are old, but they’re still green.”

Roma (Alfonso Cuarón, 2018)

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Roma 2018, dir. Alfonso Cuarón.

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Moodboard: Aesthetic - Monet Paintings (Blue).

❝Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.❞

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Moodboard: Aesthetic - Monet Paintings (Pink).

❝I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.❞

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““I must have flowers, always, and always.””

— Claude Monet

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Children of Men (2006) dir. Alfonso  Cuarón

As the sound of the playgrounds faded, the despair set in. Very odd, what happens in a world without children’s voices.

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Children of Men, 2006 (dir. Alfonso Cuarón)