dreams

she/her. former madd and personal blog. follows back as @executively-disfunctional please talk to me about daydreams and paras

[boymiffy]

[tearing at my hair] no love however brief is wasted no love however brief is wasted no love however brief is wasted

[viejospellejos]

HEY.

[fluffygif]

A heavenly place by dorpell

[grandrieux]

Elvira Madigan (1967)

[wonderworldmotion]

[delta-breezes]

Mason Strehl | @masonstrehl

[lostrosegarden]

Paul Bergon, “Diana” 1912

[noonymoon]

. water . air . earth . fire .

[thejakeallison]

Ruby Beach

ig: @thejakeallison

[sunshine-and-honeyy]

*gives you a shiny rock* i love you. *gives you a pretty flower* i love you. *gives you a pretty feather* i love you. *gives you a little toad* he loves you too

[inanotherunivrse]

In another universe it doesn’t hurt so bad

[jacindaelena]

Isle of Lewis, Scotland by jamesalroca

[te5seract]

Purple Gorge, Dreamy Stanton 2 & Dreamy Stanton

by James Mills

[cutepetsuwu]

Argentinian Woman Discovers Pet Kitten She Rescued Is Actually a Puma After Visit to the Vet

[unbotheredmuse]

@rosielondoner

[twostarsinonesphere]

irish dark academia (gaelic revival period)

learn middle irish

translate medieval texts

sit and study with your secret lover over a bottle of whiskey in the library

everyone knows something. nobody knows everything. you are all suspicious of one another.

scrawl lines from yeats in the margins of your mythology textbook

you dream of cú chulainn in the night and you hear the echo of dierdre's lament in the daytime

somewhere, a group of mourners is humming the parting glass

you attend the theatre every night. one night right after the play you are spoken to by a man with a green ribbon on his jacket and you realize there is a double meaning behind each of his words

write nature poetry

a smell of gunpowder from the school's basement. you don't ask, but you smile to yourself

a conspiracy of poets and writers and researchers and all the dreamers of the intellectual underworld

you think maybe you saw a gun in the teacher's desk. you smile to yourself

rebellion? someday

you hear about farm raids in munster and connaught. you discuss it with your friends. no one is surprised.

i have spoken with god upon his holy hill

[uswolves]

Lucy