that summer when the pumped up kicks song was popular was the last good summer
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I am saltwater and undercurrents
and not nearly oceanic enough.
I break on these cliff-faces like waves
but I bend where the water would roar.
If I have a daughter I will tell her
to look past the role models presented
by society and take the sea into
her small round fists.
I will take her to the beach and show her
the depths and I will say, learn
to be unafraid like this. Be
what your mother could not.
Give support to the boats that will come
but have always the storm coiled
in your stomach. Show the endless
stretch of your carelessness to those
who are careless with you.
Seawater baby, sleep dreaming
of the Atlantic swell. Be the lapping waves
and the Great White Shark beneath them.
When you are hurt cry yourself
back into your skin. May the saltwater
always replenish your self-belief;
know that your landlocked mother
will always have arms to fit you into.
my daughter the sea | elisabeth hewer (via elisabethhewer)
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
—
Lewis Carroll,
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass (via coral)
But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.
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- Radio Host: Igz! Spit somethin and show the haters that I-G-G-Y isn't one to mess with!
- Iggy: aight he' we go
- Iggy: there's 104 days of summer vacation and school comes along just to end ittttt so the annual problem of our generation *pauses* *blank stare* is finding a good way to spend it
The summer that my only friend left the country so I rode my bike in the woods with my neighbor all day every day.
my shower schedule in the summer is based on when i have to socialize
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