mermaidsoutofwater
mermaidsoutofwater
Mermaids out of Water
11 posts
Learning to be human. Rewilding and bookmarks on civ and nature, witchcraft, important thoughts on earth community and funny things. Basically a transformation blog.
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
mermaidsoutofwater · 8 years ago
Text
espejo
Y SI ME QUIERE EL ESPEJO Y NO MEACE NI UN DANO EN LA PICINA DEL PROPIO AMOR ME VOY A BAILAR EN EL BANO
CADA DIA QUE ME VIENE LO QUE PUEDE Y LO QUE QUERE SABER ES COMO HECHARLE LO QUE DUELE   A MI ALMA PA QUE ME HAGA  SUFRIR
SI ME QUIERE
OH SI ME QUIERE
TE QUIERO I LOVE YOU MI AMOR
0 notes
mermaidsoutofwater · 8 years ago
Text
No boyfriend
I am having relationship issues with my sweetheart he thinks that i dont love him but i do
I am having relationship issues with my sweetheart he wants me to call him boyfreind, but i wont ( im stuborn )
We’re doing that thing that queer ppl do where we’re like: hey, why does it matter, what i call you? as long as you’re my lover, I feel fine.
But he needs safety, he wants to know that we’re committed for a long long time
I jsut cant do that, it scares my sould it scares me half to death and it makes me feel like such an ashole, or a child, or both
I wish i didn't have any commitment issues, as they say but I just dont want to tell him osmething (that ill regeret) and let him down
So please can we please can we stop talking about it can we please play some resident evil on the playstation baby like we used to do... before all this stuff happened, and you got scared of something i said like hey lets be more open.
Im sorry baby
Imsorry baby
i kno what youre feeling
I wish i could be a safe person for you to curl up next to
without saying 
pkese dont leave me
pl
i anit gonna leave you
tell me that youll stay and 
let me call you boyfriend.
**reworked**
I am having relationship issues with my sweetheart he thinks that i don’t love him but i do
I am having relationship issues with my sweetheart he wants me to call him boyfreind, but i wont ( im stuborn )
We’re doing that thing that queer ppl do where we’re like: hey, why does it matter, what i call you? as long as you’re my lover, I feel fine.
But he needs safety, he wants to know that we’re committed for a long long time
I jsut cant do that, it scares my sould it scares me half to death and it makes me feel like such an ashole, or a child, or both
I wish i didn't have any commitment issues, as they say but I don’t want to let him down by saying something ill regret
So please can we please can we stop talking about it can we please play some resident evil on the playstation baby like we used to do... before all this stuff happened, and you got scared of something i said like hey lets be more open.
Im sorry baby
Imsorry baby
i kno what youre feeling
I wish i could be a safe person for you to curl up next to
without saying
pkese dont leave me
pl
i anit gonna leave you
tell me that youll stay and
let me call you boyfriend.
NO RAIN
I got a lyft the other day
from a friend i jsut made
I could have biked to the Y
but it was raining outside
So the driver kept me company 
and acted like my therapist
and though its hard for me 
I tell them every time:
I know a place, where we can both go 
where you'll never be stuck in the rain
because it never rains it never rains
I pormise you that the weather is fair
whateher or not youre used to the rain
jill make it go away for you
I called it off, the weather god
turned off the spicket to California
There’s no more rain, and your shoes are dry
the lyft is out of busines.
I dont ride em anymore, i bike
I should  get a therapist
but the weather’s fine, the roads are dry
and my sweetie thinks im witchy
Cuz I know a place, where we can both
go where you'll never be stuck in the rain
because it never rains it never rains
I pormise you that the weather is fair
whateher or not youre used to the rain
ill make it go away
But it finnlay it rained, I lied, im not that kind of magical
it was wishfull thinking, a spell to love me
so youd think i was special
so youd think I could make all the bad go away
And so I made a prmise:
0 notes
mermaidsoutofwater · 10 years ago
Text
Aralia’s Puta Films
)DIRECTORS:
George Cukor
Vincent Minnelli
Rainer Werner Fassbinder
Pier Paolo Pasolini
Pedro Almodovar
Todd Haynes
Gus Van Sant
F.W. Murnau
John Waters
GAY THEMED:
C.R.A.Z.Y. (2005)
La Ley del Deseo (1987) Almodovar
Tongues United (1990)
Satyricon (1969)
Happy Together (1997)
Looking for Langston (1988)
Paris is Burning (1989)
Stranger by the Lake (2013)
Fox and His Friends (1975) Fassbinder
Heavenly Creatures (1994)
Madchen in Uniform (1931)
The Crying Game (1992)
The Bitter Tears of Petra Von Kant (1972) Fassbinder
Poison (1990) Haynes
Mala Noche (1987) Van Sant
GAY ICONS:
Judy Garland (Meet me in St. Louis [1944], A Star is Born [1954])
Mae West (She Done Him Wrong [1933], I’m No Angel [1933])
Elizabeth Taylor (A Place in the Sun [1951], Cleopatra [1963])
Joan Crawford (Mildred Pierce [1945], Johnny Guitar [1954]
Bette Davis (All About Eve [1950], What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?[1962])
Marlene Dietrich (Morocco [1930], The Scarlett Empress [1934], Destry Rides Again [1939])
Jean Harlow (Dinner at Eight [1933], Red Headed Woman ([1932])
Greta Garbo (Queen Christina [1933], Camille [1936]
Marilyn Monroe (Gentlemen Prefer Blondes [1953], Some Like it Hot [1959])
Katharine Hepburn (Bringing Up Baby [1938], The Philadelphia Story (1940)
1 note · View note
mermaidsoutofwater · 10 years ago
Text
No me toques, yo no quiero sentir, no me toques si agarras mi guitarra!  Te vua romper la cara con un madrazo, nunca un abrazo alejate de mi levantate de las rodillas estas muerto para mi
no me hables, no te quiero escuchar, no me hables tu voz no canta mis canciones, solo es ruido pa mi alma y solito canto, canto y yo canto dejame llorar porque crees que eres un santo y me dehaste a haugar
Y YO! pensaba que me amabas que me querias pues son mentiras
Y A MI!  porque me matas yo no to the quiero y a mi easts muerto
no me mires, no me hagas sufrir, no me mires mis amantes con amor me pagan. y soy muher muy cara no tienes nada, nada de nada mentiras para mi me quitas mis sonrisas porque porqu porqu
Y YO! pensaba que me amabas que me querias pues son mentiras
Y A MI!  porque me matas yo no to the quiero y a mi easts muerto
Y YO! pensaba que me amabas que me querias pues son mentiras
Y A MI!  porque me matas yo no to the quiero y a mi easts muerto
0 notes
mermaidsoutofwater · 10 years ago
Link
0 notes
mermaidsoutofwater · 10 years ago
Text
PRINCE JUNIPER'S THE WOUNDED HEALER I will never forget the feeling of missing something I could never have again. 1. My Godzilla Toy
My childhood was the most beautiful of them all. I lived in Heaven as a Prince, and rode my white horse through the crowds of peasant children as they cheered for me. Seeing the Prince ride his horse through the village must have been exiting for them. A moment not to be missed! And so they would come out of their little huts, stare for a bit, then come running towards me, encasing me with smiles and playful screams and monster noises!
Not a lot happened in the peasants lives. In this beautiful Paradise, the weather is always perfect, and it seemed like everyday was the same day on repeat. Work, cook, eat, sleep, repeat. It was the kind of place, where any small thing, that one outside this village would take for granted, would make theses kids jump with joy. If a shooting star went by, a kid would run immediately with the biggest eyes, panting like a dog, in search for any other person they can tell what they just saw. If a person came in to town that they did not recognize... the same thing. Find ANYONE you can tell what you just saw. And lastly, if the Prince rolled in to town... those who had seen him told the rest, and so there was not a single soul in this village who did not know about the Prince on his white horse staring at the Godzilla toy laying on the grass in front of the Church. Everyone gathered.
These kids had a much simpler life than a Prince might, and it was obvious that we were different. Any one could see, that their clothes were just like a Prince's  but older, and worn with holes. Hand me downs. When they spoke of "Pozole," my favorite food, they did not mean a delicious pork broth with chilies, puffed corn, lettuce, onions, cilantro and lime. They meant corn flower and water, and that's it. The brave would add chile. Even the level of space in which we occupied was different. I took the highest position. That of on top of a horse. And they looked up from the ground with missing teeth smiles. Some wearing just Lion king or Garfield shirts. No bottoms or shoes. The toys they played with were the same as mine. Well, because they WERE mine.
My parents made me donate my old toys once a year after I was done playing with them. Which is why I found myself staring at the Godzilla toy in front of the church. It used to be mine, and I remembered it being my favorite toy. And here it was, forgotten, rotting away in front of the church. It was the kind of Godzilla that walked and made RAWR noises when you turned it on. It was amazing. But I had grown bored of it, and so did they. So even though we were obviously, clearly, and indubitably different to you, I saw that we were the same. They too got bored of the same toy after a while just like I did. And we all enjoyed every moment of our lives.
We had no way of knowing how wrong it could of all seemed from a political sense. Patriarchy and colonialism were not things we knew about. It wouldn't be till much later in my life that I learned that my my white European ancestors enslaved their Mayan ancestors. But we were kids. And we were happy. And in moments like these, we all felt like part of the same whole.  I parked in front of the church. Seeing their smiles, the same smile I had, with my own missing teeth, we all cheered for the same reason. We were all different parts of the same Heaven. The paradise that was our childhood.
As I rode past the church, where I had noticed my old toy forgotten on the ground. My old Godzilla. The same one I brought last week, amongst three bags full of toys, for all the village kids to enjoy just as I had. I paused for just a second to feel the same feeling that would visit me the rest of my life. And I will never forget that feeling of missing something I could never have again.
0 notes
mermaidsoutofwater · 11 years ago
Video
youtube
Friendly Fires - Paris (Aeroplane Remix) ft. Au Revoir Simone When you hate the world... especially civ... watch this to dissipate hate.
1 note · View note
mermaidsoutofwater · 11 years ago
Photo
Tumblr media
Scarlet Imprint's Rewilding Witchcraft http://scarletimprint.com/2014/06/rewilding-witchcraft/
0 notes
mermaidsoutofwater · 11 years ago
Video
peeking virtue
0 notes
mermaidsoutofwater · 11 years ago
Photo
Tumblr media
0 notes
mermaidsoutofwater · 12 years ago
Text
So little like a tear drop
dropping in the sea and
so infinite's  the love form me
Nah i dont like to see ya cray 
but it helps me when you try
to open up your heart to me
ama catch ya when you fall
and the splash wont hurt at all
im big enough for you and me
and then the sea becomes the drop
or does the drop become the seeee
ah well its happening to me
and then the drop becomes the sea
or does the sea turn in to tears
i can recall
but its happening to me
or does the sea become the drop
i never thought id dream up a fox
that would be standing in front of me
ah well its happening to me
 the drop became the sea
or did the sea turn in to me
i cant reacall!!!
but its happening to me
0 notes