#— what the water gave me

[brokenxmachine]

FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE performing “What The Water Gave Me” live at Central Park's Summerstage, US (2011) // source

[aheathen-conceivably]

Despite all her warnings, there were certain days when the moon was full and the time of the year was ripe when Grandma would come to this house. She would almost exclusively go alone; but if I begged and pleaded enough she would take me with her. But even then - only in the daylight. Only in the Summer. Her conviction was that he came at night, and he was strongest in the winter.

Yet outside the house, in the silver tinted light of day, Spring had just begun to burst into full bloom. The winter darkness was somehow both a distant memory and a looming promise. Every crack in every window let in a crisp chill, but it was one tinged more with coming warmth than fading darkness.

The light filtering through the long covered windows seemed a good omen as the trash cleared from the rooms and the parquet floorboards revealed themselves. Winter was far away.

[saltair-and-webweaves]

running down to the riptide.

she shall be called women - may sarton/what the water gave me - florence + the machine/exiled - edna st. vincent millay/letters to home - sylvia plath/inkheart - cornelia funke/never let me go - florence + the machine/vincent van gogh/march - louise glück/eragon - christopher paolini/never let me go - florence + the machine/harbor - john ajvide lindqvist/riptide - vance joy

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Charles Rowland, Dead Boy Detectives | What the Water Gave Me, Florence + the Machine

(Inspiration to @every-moment-a-different-sound and @mellxncollie)

[kafkaesqueer]

Listening to music is not enough I need Florence Welch to lay me down let the only sound be the overflow pockets full of stones when I let the water take me

[antiquitea]

my memory, taken like the violent sea. try to swim, the ocean sinks this vessel, me. ─── "𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞" 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫

john egan is a cecaelia (half man, half octopus) and gale cleven is the human who loves him.

— a collaboration w/ @wildbornsiren

( other moodboards in the series )

[ripeteeth]

the adriatic sea. zadar, croatia

[ennislamore]

Florence + the Machine - What the Water Gave Me x Hozier - Movement and their mentions of Atlas, a Titan condemned to hold the weight of the Sky on his shoulders

[soracities]

And the waters keep on breaking as I reverse out of my body. My life dances on the silver surface where cacti flower. The ceiling opens                                        and I float up on fire.

Pascal Petit, from “What the Water Gave Me (IV)”, What the Water Gave Me: Poems after Frida Kahlo

[vane-sya]

What The Water Gave Me by Meggie-M

[zeezeebum]

And it's peaceful in the deep Cathedral where you cannot breathe No need to pray, no need to speak Now I am under all

[aheathen-conceivably]

My grandmother was a strange woman. She was the reason I left Ravenwood; but also the reason that no matter how far I ran, I could never stop studying it. It was funny, really. That I almost accidentally dedicated the last eight years of my life trying to proving her wrong. All the while I told myself that I was growing beyond that small town and its superstitions.

It’s not that I don’t believe any of it. Life has been funny enough that I listened to her when she said sometimes the veil between the living and the dead grows thin, and sometimes others are closer to the divide than the people around them.

But certainly we weren’t chased by death. Sure, as a child I thought it sounded just fanciful enough to make me feel special. That was all. Doesn’t every little girl want to think she’s different? Then we grow up, and we learn that life is ordinary. We are ordinary. Stories are stories, myths are myths, and legends are legends. Families aren’t cursed. Even if I could sometimes see shadows wavering halfway across the world, or accidents seemed to happen to me far more than my peers. It was chance. Nothing more.

And as long as I stayed away that’s all it was. A mere myth that death would follow me to the ends of the earth. Nothing more. Only now death finally found her, and here I am. Back in the house she told me would one day be mine when I was ready. When death was ready. Because there are some things you can’t outrun forever.

[sunsets12]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59033584/chapters/158781025#workskin

Hey it’s that Halloween fic I never finished

[eyefeelthebeat]

Lay me down Let the only sound Be the overflow Pockets full of stones

[antiquitea]

i don't remember quite how i met you, wasn't long ago. just get a picture of sun in your eyes, the waves in your hair. ─── "𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐲" 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐧

john egan is a cecaelia (half man, half octopus) and gale cleven is the human who loves him.

— a collaboration w/ @wildbornsiren

( other moodboards in the series )