seafronts

And when I drove to the seafront
to find myself
in the comforting silence
of waves rolling to the shore
the ocean
screamed your name.
—  // oceans and lovers
j.d.m.

“Fishing boats gather at dawn in the old port in Mogadishu, the Somali capital, in front of destroyed Aruba Hotel. Somali fishermen-turned-pirates have made the waters off the Horn of Africa one of the most treacherous places in the world for international shipping vessels.” Photo: Nichole Sobecki, from this article on Somalia and climate change.

Even if we’re devastated
and our shoulders heavy-weighted,
even if we’re on the ground
and all hope seems to be drowned,
although the sun is already down
in this unenlightened town;
stars are illuminating our paths
and we’ll drive to the seafront
for moonlight baths,
knowing that the sun rising again
is what we’ll see
and so will we.
—  // there’s no time to surrender
j.d.m.

anonymous asked:

What would a Hufflepuff road trip be like?

  • The best smores 
  • Making new friends everywhere 
  • Building sandcastles 
  • Taking beautiful candid photos of your friends
  • The only thing that shines brighter than the sun is your disposition
  • Enjoying the simple things like the sun on your skin, stopping to smell the flowers, and sand between your toes
  • Curling up under a blanket in the backseat 
  • Making sure your friends wear sunscreen and drink enough water
  • Carefully pressing flowers into a book
  • Walking along the seafront, holding hands 
  • Collecting seashells
  • Waking up early to enjoy the sunrise with your closest friends

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-Kerrie

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Emmetts Hill by Damian Ward
Via Flickr:
Worth Matravers, Dorset.