“I kiss you and on your lips I taste the sea and the sea has always been home to me.”
— Tyler Knott Gregson
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Don’t sit and wait. Get out there, feel life. Touch the sun, and immerse in the sea.
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Fall in love with someone who feels like the warmth of the sun on a cold January morning, but soothes your heart like the cool waters of the sea on the hottest day of June.
Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
I want to be sitting somewhere. I want to be sitting somewhere with you. Somewhere as the sun yellows down to orange, and night leaks blue then purple into the sky, like ink dribbled slowly into a glass of water. Far above, the glint of a plane draws a white contrail as vivid as school chalk across the evening canvas. We’re in Greece somewhere by the sea. It’s hot—summer.
Or maybe a late Fall day up north. Crisp, when sunsets come and go quickly so you have to pay full attention or you’ll miss them. Two Adirondack chairs side by side, forest green, or no color at all because they’ve lived out in the hard weather for years. You are telling me a story I’ve never heard before about your childhood. Your voice is quiet and intimate, but also alive and peppery with humor. Your hand is on my arm. I am grinning. I’m grinning because it is you talking and your story is good and I know soon we will rise together and have a wonderful meal where the food and talk will be equally good. Afterwards perhaps we will return to these chairs by the sea, or a forest, a desert, or by nothing important at all to listen to the night, as dense and black as the inside of a closed drawer by then.
And you will say. And I will say.
Jonathan Carroll
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Remember this, girl,
you are half sea.
No one ever asks
the ocean to quiet her storm,
so why do you keep
apologizing for yours?
Pavana (via gardenstated)
A little coffee. A little sunlight. Your troubles will get smaller.
Richard Webber (via allofthegreysanatomygifs)
He dismissed her as nothing, as barely a tiny breeze and just a drop from a wide open sea, but clearly he had forgotten that the most powerful hurricanes begin when the wind disguises itself as the tiniest breeze and the briefest hint of sea.
Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
Sometimes the sea heals you in a way that people can’t.
Going to the sea feels like going home - KD (via rivepoems)
