What a great day for gay people in Ireland. Yes vote AND Eurovision. Talk about a double rainbow.

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@justcarl
What a great day for gay people in Ireland. Yes vote AND Eurovision. Talk about a double rainbow.
Today my beautiful daughter becomes Dr. Kristin Hadfield in Psychology at Trinity. My pride sings from the rooftops.
If I stayed in Ireland and Trinity, I would have been working with Chris Hadfield’s daughter. I have a lot to think about.
RDJ: Actually a superhero.
No-one is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away - until the clock they wound up winds down, until the wine they made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone's life is only the core of their actual existence.
Terry Pratchett RIP
Things You Should Know (Updated)
justcarl:
In light of St. Patrick’s day, here’s a list of information that will hopefully help you come to terms with, and then avoid, the American bastardisation of Irish culture. Spread the word!
It’s called St. Patrick’s Day. “Paddy’s Day” if you’re familiar with him. Not “Green Day”, “Shamrock Day”, “Irish Day”, and more-so than anything, it is not “Patty’s Day”. Calling it so makes you a moron, and no more.
Gaelic is not a language. Never was, isn’t, and never will be. We speak English or Irish. Not Gaelic.
Ireland is in IRELAND. Not in Britain, not in the UK, not in England. Ireland is an island called IRELAND.
Russia, Portugal, South Korea and Czech Republic are four of the fourteen countries that consume more alcohol than we do, per capita.*
Dropkick Murphys are not Irish. Liking them does not make you Irish. We never heard of them until tourists kept telling us how they’re their favourite “Irish” band.
Lived in America your whole life? Claim to be Irish? Yeah you’re probably not. It is next to impossible to travel through America and not have people tell you they’re Irish. “Oh really, let me see your Irish passport then”… “Oh no, my dad has red hair, you see”. NO! Just no. That is not how things work.
Just because you have a great great grandfather whose cousin had a dog who caught fleas off a rat that came over on an Irish boat all those years ago, that does not entitle you to say you’re “Irish”. We’ll let you away with it if a parent is genuinely Irish, and will tolerate the odd grandparent. After that… no!
The University of Notre Dame is racist. End of.
You, along with every American actor who has tried, cannot do an Irish accent. And if your name is Tom Cruise, this applies to you even more.
I have never met an Irish person who puts Guinness in stew. That is a thing we have kept in order to laugh at American tourists.
Ireland and Scotland are not the same. We’re not as fat as them.
We’re not a religious people anymore. As Dara Ó’ Briain says; "I don’t believe in god, I don’t go to church, I don’t pray, but y’know… I’m still Catholic".
As a tourist here in Ireland, wearing green pants does not make you “one of us” or “fit in” at all. You will notice this when you open your eyes and see that nobody else is wearing green pants.
We are not all related and we don’t all live on the same street. Asking if we’re related to Bono or friends with him (or any Irish person, for that matter) will result in scorn. Lots of scorn.
Leprechauns did exist. We over-worked them as slaves and they are now, as a result, extinct.
We do actually eat a lot of potatoes. You can have that one.
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Funny seeing this getting notes again. Tumblr tells me I wrote this 3 years ago, early into my American career, probably the height of my frustrations with America's relationship with Ireland.
Pretty much.
A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory. LLAP
Leonard Nimoy.
Today...
Great website, or greatest website?
I've been on some form of walk or hike every day this month. There's usually some interesting scenery, or at least a few pics to be shared. If you're into that sorta thing, come find me on snapchat, which I'm trying to use more often as a replacement for tumblr.
Either add my username: irishincali
Or snap this code thingy to do the thing.
Click link. Scroll to song. Enjoy song. If you're anywhere near Austin, go to video release party on the 27th.
I've been following lexiplaysviolin on here for as long as I've had a tumblr (or for as long as I remember) and it's been exciting just watching her take so many steps towards genuine success. Can't imagine how great it must feel to be part of it.
Wonderful violinist, cool band, great song.
Here's their facebook page, go do social media fan things to them.
"Take the fucking photo Jeffrey, do you know how cold this snow is? The shit you make me do for your photography blog..."
TODAY WAS PANCAKE TUESDAY
I DIDN'T KNOW.
Fucking America, man. This never would have happened back home.
"Man caught seeing 50 Shades of Grey"
“If one day I’m all black I’m still a model. If one day I’m all white I’m still a model. I am not my skin. I am a model with a skin condition.
"I get comments saying that I’m a leper, I control how my skin changes, I bleach my skin, my skin’s burned. None of those are true. The world is looking at me now. I either let the haters affect me or I step my money up. When I stand back from all the hate and I check my bank account… Hahahahaha.”
Chantelle Winnie is a model in demand: her army of fans includes artists, designers and photographers. She told Eve Barlow about her journey from a schoolgirl bullied about her vitiligo to runway queen and took some exclusive pictures for the Observer.
Photos: Mary Rozzi for the Observer
For those wondering, the skin disease is called Vitiligo, and is the same disease Michael Jackson had.
The Christian Guide to Owning a Woman (this exists)
Well, this seems innocent enough. Also, it’s nice to know it’s written by a “Bill”. Something about “Bill” screams “I know what women need and want”.
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Chapters seem pretty legit too. (*Spoiler Alert*, “unclean spirits” = dishes. I read ahead.)
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Ah, now here’s a chapter I can wrap my head around. “Dating is defrauding”. What kind of woman needs to meet new people and decide who is right for her, when she can dive right in with the first man she meets and offer herself to him in the name of God! Oh, but first make sure her Dad is OK with it. Heaven knows her dad will know immediately if you’re worthy of nailing her. Women, isn’t it great to not have to make these difficult decisions yourself? Boy, women sure are lucky to have things so easy.
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Here’s where it gets tricky. Men, you know that secretary you most-definitely-have-without-exception-and-is-of-course-a-woman? Well your wife is obviously going to be jealous of her, since she obviously can’t look as good as her while she cooks, cleans, and prays all day at home.
So give your little sweetheart a false sense of control and pretend she has a say in who you hire to be better than her in every way.
Also, watch out for secretary. She’s obviously a slut.
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God knows how women think. Women don’t. So make sure you remember to disregard everything they say, because God knows they’re far too emotional to be taken seriously.
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Women are gullible fools. This isn’t said to be mean, just to remind you that women are gullible fools.
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But wait, there’s more! When your wife fails you in her tasks (which she regularly will, poor soul), there’s one sure-fire way to make up for her inadequacy!
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This public service announcement (from 2010) is brought to you by men living in 1937.
You’re welcome.
Found an old favourite.