Brooklyn Olivia Fahey

Interdisciplinary Artist writer, musician, artist, actress "i’m the ocean, were it a labyrinth; a doorless room with seven windows.” 222 W 23rd St, New York, NY 10011

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"you told me, “you are a lazy poet with a heart of silver.” maybe you were right. the mind is my prison and i am yours."

— brooklyn o'fahey, "the aesthetics of impermanence."

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"love / twisted around her tightly / like a burn / traveling from / the face / to the eye / a lightning / she tried to / survive" — brooklyn o'fahey

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"If I am dumb beside your body while silence blossoms like tumours on our lips it is because I hear a man climb the stairs and clear his throat outside the door."

— leonard cohen, "let us compare mythologies."

[brooklynofahey]

The address on your profile isn’t legit.

it is! haha, try it

[brooklynofahey]

"you bled / so meticulously / it seemed / death was / an imagined embarrassment / to you."

— brooklyn o'fahey, "fck"

[brooklynofahey]

what’s the story morning glory?

weeeeelllll

just wanted to come on here and say hi, put a face to the words and art

have a good day besties

[brooklynofahey]

"Life's a child's toy in the sand."

— Fernando Pessoa, "the book of disquiet."

[brooklynofahey]

7th of june, 4:17pm, 2026

i tend to pollute my heart with a myriad of ideas suppose the most restoring salve appears a plee of "no" to me

amidst the pyramids of grief the sap of a waterless heart becomes the crimson that bleeds onto sepia green thought

feed me a matted hue where sparse belief rings true foresee it'll come onto you when you do me in like you do

would you enjoy a slice of reality alongside your cup of rainwater? i attempt to be ok but you want so much more for me

[brooklynofahey]

“what is better than giving consciousness a middle name?”

— brooklyn o'fahey, "i am renegade, and it's on others."

[brooklynofahey]

"Had we nothing to prove but love we might have leaned all night at that window, merely beside each other […] but there were obligations, the formalities of passion; so we sealed the shutters and were expedient in the brevity of night."

— Leonard Cohen, "let us compare mythologies"

[brooklynofahey]

"I suffer and I dream. I complain because I am weak and, because I am an artist, I amuse myself by weaving music around my complaints and arranging my dreams as best befits my idea of beautiful dreams."

— Fernando Pessoa, "the book of disquiet"

[brooklynofahey]

"seems so cruel how it was destined the lamb ended up breaking its wolves' heart."

— brooklyn o'fahey

[brooklynofahey]

desert sailors

i sold your soul on a flea-market fetched it for a dime or two then kept its remnants to dry beneath the rain of boiling moons

you forwarded me a correspondence inquired "where did my precious thing go?" i shrugged and moved the fishline around "i hoped for it to find a better home."

than you or than me we are desert sailors to the sun

[jaywritesandwrites]

[brooklynofahey]

magnificent

[brooklynofahey]

"She is a mystery. It seems to me that she is not like other people. There is something she lacks. Kindness maybe, or conscience. You can only understand people if you feel them in yourself. And I can't feel her. The moment I think about her my feeling goes into darkness. I don't know what she wanted or what she was after. She was full of hatred, but why or toward what I don't know. It's a mystery. And her hatred wasn't healthy. It wasn't angry. It was heartless."

— john steinbeck, "east of eden"

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"not everything is a lesson, sometimes hope is a train wreck with its windows painted golden"

— brooklyn o'fahey, "the economics of melancholia"

[brooklynofahey]

"you're a cowboy like me steadied reins with no admonition."

— brooklyn o'fahey