sun-goddess:

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(Source: underwaterpassion)

"

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

"
— T.S. Eliot (via sleepofmermaids)

(Source: )

(Source: orionfalls)


"The sea is the cruelest lover."





"The sea is the cruelest lover."





"The sea is the cruelest lover."





"The sea is the cruelest lover."
"The sea is the cruelest lover."

(Source: starkovingsmoved)

"

I.
Our mothers warned us not to,
but.
We swam too far
we swam so far
we couldn’t see the shore.
We said yes to the calls of the sea
just once
the way our mothers warned us about.

We listened
until we didn’t
and when the sea asked
we threw our bodies into silky waves
held out our hands to the depths.

It made love to us
the old sea.
Good thing we were so far away
from the shore. Nobody could hear
us scream and beg.


II.
The sea grew tired of us.
It abandoned us on cliffs
still far from the shore
so nobody could hear us
scream.

So we waited there. We clung
to the rocks like oysters
and our hair cut our faces
sharp seaweed in the wind.

We hunted for fish
with bare hands
gnawed on clams
until our teeth were
jagged like the cliffs.

We were cold-white
always starved
we snapped at each other
like vultures
until we forgot we weren’t.


III.
When the ships came
we wailed and waved.
Nobody heard us
until they did.

They stared like stupid fish
at our skeletal bodies
our burnt-off skin
while we cried and pleaded.

When they closed their ears
and lifted the sails again—
I think we climbed onto the ship
and dragged some sailors
with us into the water.

I think we ate the bodies
while the flesh was still warm
tore into them with splintered
nails and broken teeth.
They were sweeter than the fish.
But I don’t remember—
I’m still hungry.


IV.
The ships still come by.
We learned to ask for rescue
in a prettier way.

We bare our cold-shriveled breasts
we sing shrill like seagulls.
We sing what we have left
melodies devoured by the crash
of the waves and the howling wind
words replaced by our love
for the sea and the pretty sailors.

But we look like monsters.
We look at each other and cry.
We look like monsters
and ships won’t come.

Sometimes they do.
We are too hungry to care
about salvation.

"
— For the Love of a Siren, copyright Dali Regent (September 2013)

(Source: moranion)

traceexcalibur:

"talking about sexism or racism on Tumblr doesn’t solve anything"

really? because I am absolutely certain that I am a better, less bigoted person than I was a few years ago and that is most certainly due to the people I met and things I read on Tumblr

perhaps it doesn’t do anything for the worst of the worst but there are still plenty of people who do learn from impassioned Tumblr posts

pretty-rage-machine:

turntechgodoka:

One thing that drives me nuts about the lack of GSM representation is how there’s so much representation needed on SO MANY FRONTS that sometimes they almost clash.

We need more female characters who are just really close, emotionally intimate…