#ocean aesthetic

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ocean blues

The chills of the ocean breeze and sunrises with sleep deprived smiles.

It almost feels like a dream.


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i hope you fall into the depths of the ocean i hope you get lost in it

Personal Aesthetic

Anonymous asked:

an aesthetic with sea dragons, oceans/storms, polaroids and pastries ? preferably with yellow and blue colours

Ocean & Classical Music Aesthetic

Anonymous asked:

Can I get an ocean and classical music aesthetic? Please keep the overall aesthetic blue. Thank you so much!

~Chasing Whales~


As the day begins to close,

I find myself between the rows

Of golden sun and dappled trees

Midst dancing light and trembling leaves.

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Setting fire burns the sky

Whilst framing gulls with scarlet dye;

A geyser springs from distant view,

Mist rising through the fading hue.

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Sprint past pines and crumbling rock–

To jump the gate, ignore the lock.

I follow pull of creaking waves

And seek the salty breeze I crave.

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Leap from sand and slice through blue,

The liquid life that cyclones brew;

I take a breath, the sting dies down–

Why sink to swim or breathe to drown?

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I know they’re close: the current pulls–

A gentle rocking, drifting lulls

Me; farther from the foaming shore:

Far from a freedom held no more.

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Holding tight to trace the lines,

Each scar a story set to rhyme–

I hear the groan of secrets deep

As I am lured back to sleep.

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~Reigh Lynne

~Sinking~


They say a soul weighs merely grams at death;

However, this cannot be true for me,

For every time a person loses life

While breathing, souls do seem to sink in waves:

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The composition of this silent sea

Is suffocating foam and reaching ropes

Of seaweed tearing at my lungs and feet.

A tide of pain and memory so dark

Do follow not too far behind my eyes

And pull me down from deep within my past.

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They say a soul weighs merely grams at death;

However, this cannot be true for me,

For drowning of my mind and being comes

From waves of loss that sink within the soul.

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~Reigh Lynne

“On an island in the sun, we’ll be playing and having fun, and it makes me feel so fine, I can’t control my brain.”

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