#Ocean thoughts

[smol-stardust]

Sea's Embrace

There was a sweet yet salty breeze,

singing gently around the seas.

Welcoming you in,

with a gentle spin.

Blanketing you in comfort and peace

[usefulquotes7]

I crave a love so deep, the ocean would be jealous. - Pablo Neruda

[violetsiren90]

The longer I live the more I realize that unhappiness between people is deeply linked to a refusal to accept each other as we are.

Someone can only love us the way they are able to love. We can see and accept that love if we see and accept that person.

Otherwise, we ask the impossible, and miss out on every beautiful if unfamiliar thing that soul had to offer.

Just my thoughts for the night.

[rebfile]

Once upon a time, a young girl named Lumi lived in a world not unlike our own but infinitely more enchanted. She resided in a coastal village where the sun painted the sky in myriad shades of passion and the sea whispered secrets only the bravest could understand.

This particular day was radiant, and Lumi, with her dark tousled hair caught up in a carefree bun, decided to explore the shores she loved so deeply. She donned her favorite swimsuit – a one-piece adorned with bright, whimsical flowers that seemed to capture her lively spirit – and secured a delicate watch upon her wrist. This was no ordinary watch, for it could count not the minutes but the moments of true joy.

As she walked along the glistening sands, her thoughts danced and fluttered like the wings of seabirds. The salty breeze played with her curls, and her eyes sparkled with the untold promise of adventure. But today, Lumi's heart was not set on the thrill of discovery; instead, it was wrapped in the comforting blanket of introspection.

What the onlookers couldn't see, but we most certainly can, is the depth of Lumi's gaze – the way it stretched far off into the horizon, over the undulating waves and beyond the blush of the clear blue skies. They couldn't hear the symphony of her dreams or feel the gentle thud of her yearning heart. She stood there, a figure bathed in sunlight, at the precipice of tomorrow’s allure and yesterday's echoes.

Let's not weave a tale of grand quests or mystical creatures today. Today, we celebrate Lumi, the girl with the ocean in her eyes and the warmth of the sun wrapped around her skin. For isn't it true that every silent glance and moment holds a story within it? And so, we leave Lumi there, on the edge of the vast waters, her story unwritten, her heart an ocean of untapped tales.

Stay tuned to this channel of the universe, for every soul is a story, every heartbeat a poem.

[yourmomsandy]

Dolphin dreams

Hello Blog >:]. Omg this feels so nice to say. I wanted to make one of these in forever but I get distracted easily so I never followed through. This is cool. I'm going to think out loud (just kidding, I'll be on mute actually, just the sound of my keyboard typing because it is very late and my mom doesn't know I'm still up) for a bit about dolphins because I ended up theming this whole thing around it.

Maybe I should start with why I love dolphins. I think when you are a kid you cycle through a defined set of hyper-fixations. Dinosaurs/cars/babies/dolphins/horses etc. I went through most of these. Dolphins clicked one summer long ago I can't remember when. We went to the canary islands and all I remember was getting a dolphin foam toy at the zoo that I used to play SO much to the point where the foam started to deteriorate and tear シ.

( ꒦ິ ཀ ꒦ິ )

As I grew up I randomly found more and more facts about dolphins via videos and social media. My Youtube viewing habits are odd. They mostly revolve around nostalgic habits I still enjoy to this day (such as listening to nightcore edits) , replaying videos I have seen 1000 times and still enjoying them, games stuff OR random hour long biology dissects. I'm not sure how I got into that but it informed me about many animals, dolphins included. I found out they actually exhibit quite aggressive habits at times which I won't go into detail. They are the secret villains of the ocean.

I think I like their nefarious nature now. They fit into that creepy pasta 2014 aesthetic. I love that.

I have been looking back at the figure of the dolphin every since early 2023 (when I made this clip). Dolphin dreams, brain stimulation and ibs.

Don't think it will turn into anything but I still feel it's interesting. I am intrigued. Makes me think of something I wrote about randomness and art a while back that also never turned into anything.

There is a large degree of randomness to what I do. What is "exploration" if not randomness translated to the european ear. Instead of claiming I am ExPloRinG a place I think I would rather randomly walk into one. I think randomness accounts and recognizes chance as an active participant contrary to ExPloRinG which I feel instills the activeness in the explorer. I am often drawn to something and decide to work with it. Meaning eventually arises from my interaction and play but the early stages are joy and interest. I like working in this way. These days, finding any sort of joy in art making feels like a protest of some kind. ROUGH. We better hold on to it tightly.

I actually just googled if dolphins dream and I found out that apparently dolphins cannot dream because they do not experience a full REM cycle. That's a random fact I just found that somehow makes this better. See, random is good. I think a lot of the art I see would become better with a sprinkle of randomness. Artists don't know all the possibilities and leaving some bits to be revealed through the making is exciting while also bringing great unforeseen rewards.

My ego isn't flexed enough to make me believe I know exactly what the work needs. Often times I am wrong. I have long decided to follow the opposite route. I don't know what the work means when it starts and my role isn't to control. Not even direct. My role is to view and experience these revelations happening as I play, push and pull.

If you are a stuck think of the spaguetti on the wall. This was something I saw once in a house viewing in my second year of uni. We walk in to find a dried spaguetti glued to the wall. This is odd enough but what was fascinating was that it had been painted over. White. Act like that spaguetti. It served little purpose but It excelled at provoking and teasing me. It was a great piece.

NO MORE SPAGUETTI ON PLATES

...

EVER

[sharkshenanigans2]

literally!!

[katielovably]

I've never seen the ocean

I grew up and still live in the canadian prairies which has lakes but no oceans in sight. Worst of all. I live smack-dab in the middle Canada in Manitoba but close to Saskatchewan then Ontario so I never been in Ontario (man, I need to get out more).

I've only been to the canadian prairies so BC where there are mountains and ocean nope... I mean technically I been where there were mountains but do I remember it? No! So it doesn't count.

I do want to travel but of course I have work and need money in order to buy things, food, gas (because I can drive to BC but add less there's family or a reason to go there my parents never went anywhere) and hotels.

I need a partner. It would be easier with one

[asoftepiloguemylove]

BUT I WAS LITTLE TOO // ON THE FAILURE OF FATHERS

Michael Wasson This Dusk In A Mouth Full of Prayer // Ocean Vuong Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong // Aftersun (2022) dir. Charlotte Wells // Mitski A Burning Hill // Franz Kafka Letter to His Father // Disco Elysium (2019) cr. ZA/UM // Sharon Olds I Wanted to Be There When My Father Died // Daniel Lavery & Cecillia Corrigan FROM THE MAKERS OF "TWO-MOM ENERGY DRINK," IT'S "LET YOUR FATHER DIE" ENERGY DRINK // pinterest // pinterest // @inkskinned Red Blood, Black Ink // Arcade Fire Windowsill

[webweabings]

IN THE BEGINNING, THERE WAS ONLY THE OCEAN

“Accepting the Universe” (1920), by John Burroughs; // “Literary Paper” (1855), by Edward Forbes; // “A Thousand Flamingos” by Sanober Khan; // Sylvia Earle; // “Wither” (The Chemical Garden Trilogy), by Lauren DeStefano; // “The Immense Journey” ch. The Flow of the River (1957), by Loren Eiseley; // Jacques-Yves Cousteau; // Heinrich Zimmer; // “Pictures from Brueghel and Other Poems” (1962), by William Carlos Williams; // “Sandry’s Book” (Circle of Magic Quartet), by Tamora Pierce; // “The Sea”, by Barry Cornwall (Bryan Waller Procter); // Speech at the America’s Cup Dinner (1962), by John F. Kennedy; // Jacques-Yves Cousteau; // Erica Billups; // Robert Wyland; // “Eragon” (The Inheritance Cycle Tetralogy), by Christopher Paolini; // Christy Ann Martine; // Robert Wyland; // “Le testament d'Orphée” (1960), by Jean Cocteau; // Speech at the America’s Cup Dinner (1962), by John F. Kennedy; // “The Infinite Moment of Us”, by Lauren Myracle; // “American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny from Poe to the Pulps”, by Julian Hawthorne

[chipsy]

I crave a love that drowns oceans.

[userjiminie]

jiminie got his wish, after all ♡ inspo. | interview | AYS cr. ouranxingg

[w-i-m-m]

[cs-cabin-and-crew]

“Jorge lied!”

“He said it would come out in a few months, and it turns out it’s this month!”

Guys. He’s Odysseus. What did we expect?

[witchofthemidlands]

daemon's tripping balls & rhaenyra's kissing women in his absence. absolutely unhinged behaviour. 10/10 episode. one simply does not care about the plot. rhaenyra's a confirmed girl kisser, that's all that matters here.

[thoughtkick]

My personality is who I am. My attitude depends on who you are.

Frank Ocean

[wedarkacademia]