#gift from the sea

[macrolit]

Gift from the Sea Anne Morrow Lindbergh This is 1 of 12 vintage paperback classics that comprise our current giveaw@y.

[litandlifequotes]

When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships.

Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

[rachel-sylvan-author]

"Gift from the Sea" by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Thank you @read.write.janis for the read! ❤️

[excessivebookshelf]

My summer looks like

[skullfacedlady]

Happy birthday, @fanaticsnail 💙

Happy birthday, my dearest Snail. How glad I am to be able to call you my friend and do this for you. I am glad for all the times I managed to get to know you better through our messages. And I am glad for being able to wish you a happy birthday and gift you this Cora pic I drew just for you. I drew it quite a while ago always with the intention of gifting it to you, but when I found out when your birthday is, I decided to make it a little bit more special. I love you, Snail, and I'm happy to have you in my life. With all that said, once more, happy birthday, and I hope you have lots of fun. Enjoy your Rosi like this, peaceful.

[twicedailyquotes]

Don’t wish me happiness. I don’t expect to be happy all the time… It’s gotten beyond that somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. I will need them all.

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Gift from the Sea

[salamispots]

first 3 rug hooking things I did haha

[softmangoes]

weaving moonlight | ivory wraith x pc

18+ only

the wraith's hair is soft. its translucent locks fall between your fingers like rivulets of cool water as you weave them into a loose braid.

"i missed your hands," the specter muses, its voice a sonorous hum that reverberates throughout the stones of the ruins.

before you entered its watery crypt, the blood moon hung high in the sky like a wound of the world, limning the ripples of the lake crimson.

the veil was made thin once again, making this the only time you and the terror that loved you could touch.

you did not fully understand your connection to the wraith, this terrible and unknowable being that began its search for you ever since your first dip in the lake, but there was an urge within you to be by its side. a tether binding your souls.

it was lonely. it knew you. and you found it beautiful.

"i'm done," you say, stepping back to watch it prod at the new braids with its many hands.

"hm." it hums, picking up a discarded metal plate and buffing it until it was clear enough to see its reflection.

"beautiful," it breathes, tilting its head to admire the small pieces of shell and sea glass woven throughout its moonlit hair. the wraith's eyes flick to yours, so blue and so brilliant. "you used to braid my hair like this. do you remember, droplet?"

you pause. you can't quite explain what happens next. like an upwelling, a memory floats to the surface, unhindered by the tides of time: you from another life weaving flowers into the hair of your beloved. they turn to look at you, their eyes the endless blue of a perfect sky.

"yes," you breathe, suddenly back within the wet confines of the ruins.

the wraith smiles, content with your answer. you feel its ghostly tendrils wrap around your legs, caress your arms. 

"i never got to thank you," it says, drifting closer to cup your face with a cool palm. seashells brush against your skin as the wraith's mouth hovers just a breath from your own. you feel its other hand slip beneath your waistband.

at first, you felt afraid when it first touched you like this. now, you welcome its embrace by curling your hand over its nape.

tendrils wrap around your limbs. it licks a cool stripe across your neck, hungry. always so hungry.

"perhaps," the wraith muses as it slips itself inside your warmth, eliciting a moan as sweet as music. "i shall take my time to express my gratitude."

[allay-uxini]

So last night I came up with a new headcannon that Grian and Gem sing sea shanties together because one's a fisherman and one's a pirate and they are siblings to me so I decided to try find clips of them singing only to find out Iskall has already sung Drunken sailor and Welsknight Roll the old chariot. COME ON.

[quotesengage]

Don't wish me happiness

I don't expect to be happy all the time...

It's gotton beyond that somehow.

Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor.

I will need them all.

― Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Gift from the Sea

[code-dy]

Holy shit i have the capability to draw things for my favourite fanfic authors!!!

Here’s a quick sketch for that lovely author who wrote that absolutely lovely vampire thorin fanfic inspired by wwdits

[walkman-cat]

it’s a very important question

[ky-landfill]

[rachel-sylvan-author]

Happy August! ❤️

"Afternoon of the Elves" by Janet Taylor Lisle "Under a Zambian Tree: Dora Moono Nyambe's Quest to Educate Her Nation" by Dora Nyambe and Joseph Schmitt "Gift from the Sea" by Anne Morrow Lindbergh "Unbroken" by Laura Hillenbrand "Soul Lanterns" by Shaw Kuzki "The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

[lesbianmaxevans]

#the duality of gay marriage

The Untamed 1.36 || Interview with the Vampire 1.01

[thevelaryons]

The trap was neatly set.