South Landing, Flamborough

Taken by me 🌿🌸💙

*visibly shaking* hhhngngg i love sophia monad so much.

simple moments and the smell of the salty sea 🌊

everything will be alright

Wait a minute...Fisherwoman Morgan meeting merman Lucas in the greek seaside AU...hmm many thoughts

Sunsets are best!

seaside

I actually want to die & be buried at seaside when it’s raining so i decompose & my body somehow evaporates & comes back as morning dew drops & rain. so cold, when it touches your face you know it’s me , then get back into the river , keep running & moving until I reach the ocean & stay there , still & die once again, this time forever. because water holds memories forever, this way I’ll have memories , but this time they’re not mine , everybody else’s but not mine. i’ll watch & touch & feel other’s sadness, happiness, pain, grief , tears , but not mine. Because I’ve already felt & lived through mine & died with all of it inside of me. maybe it all died with me & now I’m just pure water that holds no memories of it’s own.

In the realm of Azura Isle, where the sea's embrace met the land, there lived a spirited soul named Violette. Her hair, a cascade of twilight hues, was the isle's whispering legend, each strand a tale of the dusk and dawn entwined.

Violette's days were spent beneath the sun, where the sky met the horizon in an endless kiss. Her bikini, the color of blooming orchids, was adorned with the golden kisses of the island's famed crocus flowers. A single hibiscus flower perched behind her ear, a vibrant contrast to her whimsical locks.

She had a charm that danced with the breeze, and eyes that spoke of a thousand uncharted waters. With a smile that could coax the shyest creature from its shell, Violette was known to all as the isle's heart, the rhythm to which the waves themselves swayed.

Today, she stood at the edge of the water, a symphony of movement, the embodiment of Azura's spirit. With every gaze into the distance, she wove a dream of sails unfurling and adventures untold, her heart a compass to the unknown.

A scene of the beach on Azura Isle.

Morecambe sea defences

Juliet tag dump

istersen senin için kahve yaparım

in the time loop the only way out is to leave her there but you don't ever leave her there, never in the roughly one thousand years you have been in the same day. it is probably like "50 first dates" but you haven't stooped so low as to watch "50 first dates" yet. (but who is to say what another thousand years of the same media will bring to you, maybe you will develop a new taste).

you spent about 200 of these years sulking in a bathtub or on the couch or staring at the seaside. 300 of them have been spent slowly mapping the geographical distance you can actually get before the time loop restarts. you have a list of favorite places: one library in Western Massachusetts called "The Bookmill", which has weird hours and has never raised an eyebrow to you arriving out-of-breath and panting, asking to see a specific book on a specific shelf. There is one beach without a name in North Carolina; it is an accident of geography and ownership title disputes - and it is pristine, untouched, warm and cozy. you've taken her on a lot of picnics there. Acadia National Park. One specific birdhouse in the mountains.

you were stuck in the time loop with the money you entered it with: not enough to rent a private jet. you've robbed a bank a few times, you don't like the way it ends. maybe next century you'll get the hang of it. you don't like the look on her face when you say hang on i have to stop at the bank.

you just have to leave her, and you can go back to being a person again. you took 5 years just catching a flight and sitting in the Grand Canyon. if there's one thing you regret more than anything, it's that you hadn't gotten your passport renewed before this fucking time loop. maybe you should spend some time learning forgery - but also, like, you look like an english teacher. nobody is going to be cool about you asking to see their paper printing machines.

the world is very big. that is one of the things groundhog day gets wrong. there are no consequences, so you have literally all the time (or none of the time?) in the world. in groundhog day, he does a lot of very cool things, but in reality - your muscle memory never gets better. you can't necessarily learn how to play piano or sculpt ice, because your hands never remember the practice. but hey - maybe you'll try violin next. drums. synth.

you can open any door and walk into any conversation. money isn't really an object. you can try every meal off every menu, forever. take her on helicopter tours and into every museum and on every event that is happening right-now at-this-moment. parades and funerals and calligraphy classes.

but you are somewhat trapped by the limitations of your body. if you were reading a book, you still need to get up and go back to the library and find that book again when the day resets. (thank god for the internet). it still takes like 2 hours to board a plane, and then takeoff and landing and traffic. you've gotten off to run around on the freeway. one of the little thankful things: since your brain isn't actually developing (it's a muscle too), the days thankfully don't feel shorter to you. that would be agony.

all you have to do to leave the timeloop is let that man get away with it. that's all. in every version of yourself - forever - you have stopped him.

the problem is that this experience has convinced you of the existence of the human soul. after all, how else are you forming memories? your very cells reset. information has to be transferred somehow. and if timeloops are real, you can convince yourself other magic exists. so you have two choices here: this hell, or the next. there might be a millennia where you have been worn down to the point you can accept fate's decision. this is just not one of them. ironically - she is the one thing you have left.

and besides! if you can't always find something new in your partner, aren't you failing them? there is something new about her, every day with the same morning. every brutal day with the same orange sunset.

after all, you wanted to live with her in heaven, in eternity, and, well - isn't this second-best.

Soul reflection