One Year Gone

mermaid megafauna

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rawest fucking florence and the machine lyrics in no particular order:

no more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone

want me to love you in moderation, do i look moderate to you?

this will be my last confession, ‘i love you’ never felt like any blessing, whisper it like it’s a secret only to condemn the one who hears it

because i am done with my graceless heart, so tonight i’m gonna cut it out and then restart

tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks and the kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts

you don’t have to be a ghost here among the living, you are flesh and blood, and you deserve to be loved and you deserve what you are given, and oh how much

but the loneliness never left me, i always took it with me, but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company

at seventeen i started to starve myself, i thought that love was a kind of emptiness, but at least i understood then the hunger i felt, and i didn’t have to call it loneliness 

the fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress

it’s an evensong, it’s a melody, it’s a battle cry, it’s a symphony 

but i know it’ll have to drown me, before i can breathe easy

to the crowd i was crying out, and in your place there were a thousand other faces

and it’s over and i’m going under, but i’m not giving up i’m just giving in

in a moment of joy and fury i threw myself from the balcony like my grandmother, so many years before me

and it’s peaceful in the deep, cathedral where you cannot breathe

i know i seem shaky, these hands aren’t fit for holding

i’m not beat up by this yet, you can’t tell me to regret, been in the dark since the day we met, fire help me to forget

it seems that i have been held in this dreaming state, a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake

shower your affection, let it rain on me, pull down this mountain, drag your cities to the sea

and i did cartwheels in your honor, dancing on tiptoes, my own secret ceremonials

a year like this passes so strangely, somewhere between sorrow and bliss

in the spring, i shed my skin and it blows away with the changing winds

i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole until there’s nothing left inside my soul

And how does it feel now you’ve scratched that itch? And pulled out all your stitches? Hubris is a bitch

and i want you so badly, but you could be anyone 

drink too much coffee and think of you often in a city where reality has long been forgotten, and are you afraid, because I’m terrified, but you remind me that it’s such a wonderful thing to love

i was in the darkness, so darkness i became

Adventurecore Tips #1!

If you need to know the direction of the wind, wet your finger and stick it up high

Similarly, wetting your nose increases your ability to smell

To hear better, cup your hands behind your ears

The best time for tracking animals is when the sun is low on the horizon

When you see an animal, keep low, don't look at them head-on, and avert your head to the side

If an animal hears you, go completely still, and it's likely the animal won't notice you

Frogs are easy to find on cold mornings

Keep your footsteps rhythmic

Bigger clothing (cloaks ??) Conceal your shape better and make you harder to see

Winter Adventurecore Things

Lots of layers

Ears red from cold

Examining animal prints in the snow

Quiet and majestic snowy forests

Using snowed-in days for studying nature/survival

Thermoses with tea, coffee or hot chocolate

Coming home to your fireplace on, a movie and some soup

Sledding/snowboarding

Moving as quietly as you can through crunchy snow

The feeling of coming inside after being in the cold for a long time and your rosy cheeks getting warmer

Cross country skiing

REALLY warm hugs

Big scarves instead of big capes

Taking breaks to make snow Angel's

"Love is what makes us human" Wrong, my ability to write poetry about the moon is what makes me human

slowly turning into a sea creature

seasonal aesthetics

winter: soft sweaters, twinkling lights, waking up to a fresh blanket of snow outside your window, vinyl records with all your favorite songs, sipping hot cocoa by the fire, plaid scarves, red bows on every lamp post

spring: a cottage garden in full bloom, bare feet, homemade jam, a bouquet of wildflowers in a jar, wicker baskets full of farmer’s market veggies, white linen curtains, faded floral sundresses, a baby blue bicycle

summer: fresh squeezed lemonade, singing your heart out with the windows rolled down, drive-in movies, jumping in the lake on a hot day, faded denim cutoffs, friendship bracelets, french fries in a brown paper bag

autumn: sweet potato pancakes from your favorite diner, black cats, thrifted flannel shirts, apple cider, the smell of freshly fallen leaves, canoeing on a crisp morning, antique stores, your favorite coffee mug

The fact that I'm not hiking over an unfathomably large stretch of wilderness, completely untouched by man right now is really cramping my style

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