swim for your smile in a blue rock quarry

[anexistor-skeep]

[abiding-in-peace]

I laugh when I think how I once sought paradise as a realm outside of the world of birth and death. It is right in the world of birth and death that the miraculous truth is revealed. But this is not the laughter of someone who suddenly acquires a great fortune; neither is it the laughter of one who has won a victory. It is, rather, the laughter of one who; after having painfully searched for something for a long time, finds it one morning in the pocket of his coat.

Thich Nhat Hanh (via abiding-in-peace)

[brenna-m-photography]

Shandon bells, Cork City

[ahoravemosporespejo]

[shoryukenme]

film students

[clfrnkxn]

“expect the best without deciding what that is”

[clfrnkxn]

timely wisdom from myself, almost a year ago

[ok2befat]

There is no you without your body. When you are kind to your body & give it what it needs, you are kind to yourself. It's ok to be fat.

[clfrnkxn]

gardens by the bae

[abiding-in-peace]

I laugh when I think how I once sought paradise as a realm outside of the world of birth and death. It is right in the world of birth and death that the miraculous truth is revealed. But this is not the laughter of someone who suddenly acquires a great fortune; neither is it the laughter of one who has won a victory. It is, rather, the laughter of one who; after having painfully searched for something for a long time, finds it one morning in the pocket of his coat.

Thich Nhat Hanh (via abiding-in-peace)

[sgt-dignam]

There’s no such thing as nothing.

[yapointless]

Cork, Ireland

[clfrnkxn]

life in purgatory 

[healah-blog]

Wandered around Cork City

[clfrnkxn]

these are the streets down from where my house was :’)

[clfrnkxn]

I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of the ditches primroses and violets

Happy Bloomsday 2015 :’) 

[clfrnkxn]

ITS THE LITTLE THINGS

[firedrill]

[clfrnkxn]

postmodernism: internet edition

[theparisreview]

Derrida’s work as a student was “quite unintelligible,” Dickens’s nighttime roaming was enlightening, and Trollope was born one hundred years ago this month. Read more of today’s arts and culture news.