Bless Me To Be…

#She looks so proud

Some lighthouse/seacore aesthetic activities that don’t get spoken about enough (Pt 1/?)

- learning crochet (to knit sweaters for yourself and your cats)

- playing cards

- writing letters, journals, stories, poems, songs. anything and everything

- wearing that vintage sea captain hat and never taking it off

- pretending you’re an old sea captain and journalling your voyages and adventures on ship

- playing board games

- pressing wildflowers in old biology textbooks

- bicycling to the city for new books

- having a sublime rock collection

- rocking on your rocking chair for hours just petting your cat

- having countless vintage collectible books on entomology and ornithology 

- having a seashell collection

- play with your cats

- go paddling off the shore once in a while

- bicycling to the closest seaside city for fresh bunches of flowers

- taking naps on your rocking chair

- teach yourself to draw insects, birds, fish

- learning folklore and folk songs for sea monsters from multiple languages/cultures

- having ivy and creepers flourishing on the windowsill

- picnicking on the shore, on the rocks

- dressing up in your grandparents’ vintage formal clothes and having fancy dinners with yourself and your cat

- baking 

- hot chocolate with marshmallows

- reading letters from old friends

- taking long walks on the beach

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- always having a boiling kettle on the stove with fresh tea

- collecting different types of tea to try

- sewing kits

- writing letters to your friends and loved ones describing your life in minute detail

- teaching yourself embroidery

- owning a telescope and referring to guidebooks to spot constellations and planets at night

- writing long letters to your old professors/librarians/teachers

- owning paintings with sceneries of the sea and the sky 

- owning too many woolen socks (but you just can’t get enough)

- books, obviously

- sliding across the floor with woolen socks because they’re cool

- clips and bows and ribbons in your hair

- wearing aprons on long skirts and nostalgic for your non-existent husband who died at sea (it’s a fantasy)

- owning too many horror and folktale books from all over the world

- learning to make sketches of the faces you’ve seen at night

- owning too many keys belonging to unknown locks

- owning books of asian ghost stories 

- dissecting watches and clocks to learn the inner workings and fix them on your own

- painting with watercolours

- learning to play an instrument (preferably piano or violin)

- owning a record player and dancing to the old records in the living room

- learning to read water and weather

- learning to draw human anatomy and physiology

Feel free to add on!

Ocean Vuong, Night Sky With Exit Wounds.

the sea is the earth’s most haunted environment. the density of ghosts per square metre is unparalleled. every tide is a time machine. every whale song is a spirit box

Environmentober 2021 (1-10) by Andrey Maximov

Planning on replacing my need for human affection with a really big sword

No, I don't know a single thing about a single celebrity. But this fictional man? this extremely sad, traumatized man? Why yes, I hold an encyclopedic amount of knowledge of him in my silly brain. Why do you ask?

oh, to be the owner of a small bookshop on a cobblestone street with roses climbing the front of the building, where books are stacked about in piles and there’s always coffee brewing and a sleepy shop dog lifts his head at the sound of the door’s bell and thumps his tail against the hardwood

“We are to be lighthouses to each other…”

A crochet blanket pattern based on the lighthouse painting from Our Flag Means Death.

can someone hire me as a lighthouse keeper. my grip on reality is soooo stable and i will behave so normally under conditions of extreme isolation. and i promise i wont try to fuck the light