rosebudgirls: celia had loved the sea. loved the whitecaps that foamed like milk, the waltz of sunli

rosebudgirls:

celia had loved the sea. loved the whitecaps that foamed like milk, the waltz of sunlight atop the peaks. kasey did not. the sea was a trillion strands of hair, infinitely tangled on the surface and infinitely dense beneath. it distorted time: minutes passed like hours and hours passed like minutes out there. it distorted space, made the horizon seem within reach. and it was the perfect place for hiding secrets.

— the ones we’re meant to find, by joan he