Lean Out Across The Bow Of The Ship And Let Out A Wild Whoop As Salty Spray Flies Up, Soaking Your Shirt

i realized i’m never gonna get to fuck that old man. 32 injured 15 dead.

Forager 🌱

You lace up your old hiking boots and fill your backpack with water, a spade, and some shears. You're ready for the day!

Someone who loves you has left a plate of muffins out to cool, how kind of them! You snag a few and get going.

It's warm outside today, and a few familiar bird calls come from the woods nearby. The sun feels good on your skin.

It isn't long before you are in one of your favorite spots, picking some fresh berries and packing them away.

You hop from rock to rock through your favorite stream and watch the fish dart around in the cool water.

You have the most productive morning, gathering lots of herbs and fruits. Your hands are dirty and your heart is full.

On your walk home, a crow swoops down in front of you. He does a funky little dance until you share some of your loot.

When you return, you wash your hands with homemade soap that smells like lavender and honey.

Someone who loves you laughs as you tell them about the snails and birds you saw on your walk, and they help you sort out your finds.

You go to bed knowing you've done well, that you are loved, and that you get to do it all again tomorrow.

imagine spending a morning writing letters at the kitchen table while your wife cooks breakfast. on cream-colored stationary from the papermaker's store in your little village, you detail the local goings-on and the weather patterns and the state of your vegetable garden. you tell your faraway friends and family that you miss them but that you have found true happiness here. in the margins, you sketch birds and leaves and the animal prints you saw in the mud by the creek when you went to gather wild mushrooms. you slip a pressed flower in each envelope alongside the folded letter before sealing. as you finish addressing the last one, your wife places a plate of cinnamon buns and blackberries in front of you. she kisses the top of your head and says, "a bicycle ride through the country today?" already knowing that you will say yes.

#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!

the fact that im not wearing a long hooded cloak that obscures my face with a longsword hanging off my belt is very homophobic actually

I mean ......

what she says: i'm fine

what she means: i just saw pics of tessa thompson from the vanity fair party and frankly i need to lie down

Literally what happened in Episode 23

oh to carry a little pouch of gold coins on an adventure through an enchanted forest with only a loaf of bread and some honey to keep me going

crayfish galore!