#ocean whispers

[temperanceofsleep]

go to sleep

[herbalnature]

Gaze upon the serene blue waters gracing the base of Skellig Michael, known for its cinematic role as a faraway galaxy haven. Beside it, Little Skellig stands quietly, sharing the calm Atlantic whispers.

[rebfile]

Once upon a sky of endless blue, where the sun hung high like a gilded jewel, there was a slice of paradise with sands as white as the tales of yore and waters that whispered promises to the shore. In this corner of the world, unburdened by the clock's tyrannical tick, lived a spirit of the sea, a siren not of voice but of gaze.

Let's call her Solara, for she was a child of the sun. With skin kissed by light and locks that played tag with the breeze, Solara stood at the edge of water and land, her soul dancing on the line where they kissed. Her sunnies perched atop her free-spirited tresses, as if they too felt the joy of this ethereal recess.

A whimsical twist rested upon her lips, a secret of the sea that her heart kept, while her fingers brushed lightly against the fabric of her attire, as soft as the clouds that in the sky retire. She was mirth incarnate, a free-swinging melody in a world that often forgot the tune.

But make no mistake, for Solara was no mere figment of fable or fantasy's flight; she was the essence of every person's uncaught dreams, the unchecked laughter, and the untamed gleam that lives within, often obscured but never fully dim.

Nearby, wave-runners would leap, dolphins would dance, and the seagulls would compose symphonies with their wide-winged stance. Yet all paled beside the enigma that was Solara, the girl who carried the beach's heart in her twinkling eyes and smirks fed by the salt-tanged air.

In this tale spun of sunbeams and sea foam, let us remember that each grain of sand is a story, each wave a memory, and each breeze a caress from the world that tells us: "Slow down. Breathe. You are here. You are now."

And so, under the great canvas of the cosmos, emboldened by the vibrant life that ebbed and flowed around her, Solara remained, a testament to the beauty hidden in plain sighs (and sights!), waiting for those who would pause long enough to see it.

The end.

[urbeautifulandiminsane]

[haranikala]

Trains of Ghibli

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[amaterasou]

ghibli films

[b1kinikiller]

[elizabugz]

[everydetailofher]

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[rainyyheart]

[likeavillainsomeoldfilm]

peppers - lana del rey ft. tommy genesis

girl, interrupted 1999

[winternymphaea]

'fingertips' by lana del rey

[rebfile]

In a dimension woven from the threads of forgotten summer dreams, there stood a mesmerizing figure against the backdrop of an amber-hued world. She was a wanderer of golden shores, a mythical siren whose life was bound to the sun that spilled its warm honey over her radiant, animated presence.

This captivating soul was nameless, yet her tale whispered through every ripple of the ocean and every grain of sand she tread upon. On this particular eve, a fateful breeze danced with her sun-kissed locks, which shimmered like treasured gold spun by the hands of a celestial artisan.

Garbed in a swimsuit that glowed like a captured sunset, she was the embodiment of the carefree spirit that lured hearts and souls to the depths of infinite serenity. Yet, there was an enigma in her cerulean gaze, a silent story yearning to be told amidst her mischievous smile.

The world around her knew her not by a name, but by the feeling she instilled in the hearts of those lucky enough to encounter her. She was the missing piece to every incomplete summer story, the laughter amidst the solitude of the tides, the dream that visitors to these shores would carry home, nestled safely in their memories.

As the sun dared to kiss the horizon goodbye, she cast one last glance over her shoulder, offering the promise of adventure to those who dared to dream and dared to follow. Who was she? A portrait of summer's breath, a living ode to the jovial dance between day and night.

She was the untamed whimsy of the coast, and just like that, with a swish of her lustrous hair, she turned back to the embrace of the horizon, leaving a trail of stardust for dreamers to follow, a tale for tomorrow’s seekers of sunlight and sea whispers.

And so, the story goes on…

[urbeautifulandiminsane]

wrap you up in my daisy chains 💐💗

[mybruisedankleneedsakiss]

about failure and success and the monstrous vacuum in between

Mieko Kawakami, Breasts and Eggs // Whisper of the Heart 1995, dir. Yoshifumi Kondō // please, please, please let me get what I want by The Smiths // White Nights by Fyodor Dostoevsky // Whiplash 2014 dir. Damien Chazelle // Mieko Kawakami, All the lovers in the Nights // Frances Ha 2012 dir. Noah Baumbach // Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea // Steve Jobs 2015 dir. Danny Boyle // Shoko's Smile by Choi Eun-young // Shoko's Smile by Choi Eun-young // Shiva Baby 2020 dir. Emma Seligman // Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke // Evening Wind, Edward Hopper // Ocean Vuong, Time Is a Mother// Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir // Educated, Tara Westover