“I close my eyes. I only hear the ocean.”
— Reinaldo Arenas, from Farewell to the Sea: A Novel of Cuba (via autumnalsonata)
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Seashore Chapel in Qinhuangdao
Vector Architects imagined the Seashore Chapel as an old boat drifting on the ocean long time ago. The ocean receded through time and left an empty structure behind, which is still lying on the beach.
The space is thus divided vertically. The covered outdoor space naturally becomes a resting place for people on the beach. It is also a space connecting religious space to the mundane life. When the tide rises, this space will be submerged by water. At that moment, the imagery of the drifting boat emerges out of the chapel. The relationship between space and the ocean is closer due to the elevated position. The view is isolated from the beach and people, leaving the outstretched ocean the only view in sight.
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Crystal Ball
Red oak fur
Against the
golden bark
And an ocean
of leaves
Waves of sparkle
The glitter
of the sea
I know what
you see
When you
gaze
In that
sphere
You see the
storm
Turn the rustling
leaves
Into a tambourine
And pluck
the strings
Of the
trunks of the trees
I play the
keys
In the
crystal sea
The sea
You see
I am the
storm
Quake for me
OCEAN - The Big Five personality traits
• O - Openness to experience: inventive/curious vs. consistent/cautious.
• C - Conscientiousness: efficient/organized vs. easy-going/careless.
• E - Extraversion: outgoing/energetic vs. solitary/reserved.
• A - Agreeableness: friendly/compassionate vs. analytical/detached.
• N - Neuroticism: sensitive/nervous vs. secure/confident.
a message for brown eyed girls
yes, her eyes are blue. yes, every love song is about them. every poem compares them to the sea. but you, you have eyes of amber and onyx. your eyes are the gold people desperately try to pull from the ground. her eyes may hold the depth of the ocean but your eyes hold the magnitude of a black hole. your eyes carry a weight too heavy for even the ocean to sweep away into it’s abyss. your eyes are anything but ordinary.
There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.
Beau Taplin || and you (via senyahearts)
Those Good Old Days
Surfboards on racks
board shorts, coconut wax
a bag of weed
safely stashed beneath the seat
homeroom check in
a mad dash to the parking lot
the principal ever on patrol
a mellow trip to Atlantic Beach
was it truly that long ago
hope for sun and pray for surf
we had it all
we’d never be caught
or ever stop
forever young, we’d not grow old
now with each and every passing year
those good old days grow far more dear
as who we were slowly morphs
into the someone else we are