Through The Sea Glass

Bottles which are all alike and uniform have been obnoxiously and carelessly forgotten and tossed away into the ocean. They break, losing all its familiarity and beauty. The pieces of their former self are sharp and dangerous to the touch. Violently the ocean spins it and gradually shapes it to a beautiful piece of art. All different and unique, How could something that had once been out casted and ugly now be so beautiful? Things that hurt and break us eventually turn us into something beautiful. Even prettier than the original. This can also apply to our lives; we are tossed and turned and broken only to be refined and beautiful in our own way. So no matter what's going on now in our life, if we just hold on we will be found again. This blog is dedicated to love, peace, optimism and hope. Because when you look through sea glass the view is obscure & enchanting. And in life the future is unclear but we should still take the moment in and find the enchantment in life and love.

zygoats:

im literally always looking at my reflection not because im conceited but because i just think it feels kind strange to have a physical form and im constantly trying to process who and what i am

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Boop.

Boop.

Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.

—Anita Krizzan (via pureblyss)

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