[somediyprojects]

No Respect for Disrespect stitched and designed by Tanner Smith aka pcggamer. Pattern, $5.

Text reads: I will respect your opinion as long as your opinion doesn’t disrespect someone else’s existence.

[lesbiancinnabun-deactivated2023]

Archery is just dabbing before you murder somebody

[commodorecliche]

[anancientheart]

ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.

[anancientheart]

whenever i post this it works  reblog if u want to feel good things & the universe will bring u something sweet 

[best-of-memes]

The clam before the storm

[s00nstuck023]

irish gothic 3

Barry’s or Lyons? Barry’s or Lyons? Deep down, you know it doesn't matter. Barry and Lyon are both cold, indifferent gods. No matter who’s altar you kneel on, the Tea always wins.

There’s an indie band playing in front of Stephen’s Green. Every day, the band changes, but the voices stay the same. You wish you could forget those dark, whispering songs.

Cahf ah nafl mglw'nafh hh’ ahor syha'h ah'legeth, ng llll or'azath syha'hnahh n'ghftephai Eamon De Valera ahornah ah'mglw'nafh

You blink. You’re on a shadowy moor in the depths of Connacht. Your chest feels hollow. Why are you so cold? As you turn, and hear her laughter echo in the darkness, you understand, and curse your own hubris. You lost your heart to the Galway Girl.

You open up another packet of Tayto, trying to ignore the buzzing in your ears. With every packet opened, His grip on our reality grows stronger. You’ve seen Him in your dreams, and you know that Tayto Park is where He will manifest himself.

Something irreplaceable left you in sixth year, never to return. That was why they called it the Leaving.

[s00nstuck023]

irish gothic 2

You have to pay for water now, but not with money. As you see it flowing from the tap, you feel a cold emptiness inside you. You realize, far too late, what is happening.

Walking through the street, you glance up, and from a window, you see a pointy haired man. Is it John, or Edward? Neither, he whispers, and somehow you hear him.

Bono’s been evading taxes for years. He glances over his shoulder. He can’t see them yet, but he hears their whispers.

Get the shift, they say. Get the shift. It has broken free of its earthly bonds and demands sacrifice. If you don’t get the shift soon, it will be free forever.

You’re dreaming of the Late Late Toy Show. Suddenly, all the toys fall apart, and Ryan Tubridy stares directly into your eyes. Silence falls and you know true peace.  It isn’t a dream.

An American tourist asks if you know any leprechauns. Your pupils vanish and your jaw unhinges as your unholy rage is released, finally. There are no leprechauns. There never were leprechauns.

You are falling, falling, into a sea of Guinness. You aren’t scared. You know you can swim. As you touch the surface, you can feel something stirring. You’ve forgotten. It’s alive inside.

[s00nstuck023]

irish gothic

You look up in the sky and see the Spire. No clouds. No stars. Just the Spire, everywhere you look. The whole sky.

Father Ted is on. You stare into Mrs Doyle’s eyes, and she looks back. your tea feels cold in your hands

You walk through the Burren, feeling the wind on your back. It isn’t wind. It’s Michael D Higgins. He smiles.

Bosco’s box opens; it’s not Bosco inside. It’s something nameless. Timeless. Impossible to comprehend.

All your clothes are from Penneys. You don’t remember buying them.

Do it for the Craic. The Craic demands it. You won’t be safe otherwise.

The hurling field is empty. A lone sliotar rolls slowly towards you, as though caught in a strong wind. The day is calm, and you feel dizzy.

It’s raining all the time. Every second. Every day. Enda Kenny knows why. You don’t want to.

[mymodernmet]

Stained Glass Cabin Offers Colorful Oasis Hidden in the Woods

[runcibility]

[shanology]

Mansplaining: The tweet.

[andallthatmishigas]

This is performance art.

[twotontwentyone]

Art Imitates Life Imitates Art

[vanwizard]

“man ur such a pussy” a jock says to me. i laugh. “well,” i begin, looking up at him and popping the collar of my jean jacket, “like they say,” everyone waits in anticipation, “u are what u eat.” the jock dies instantly, the crowd cheers, obama is there,

[vanwizard]

ppl are reblogging this saying it is “such a straight fuckboy thing 2 say” so i would just like 2 announce….,,,…..,. im a girl

[ruinedchildhood]

[i-wildest-dreams]

[throughtimeandstarlight]

[abomination-of-gender-deactivat]

Today in “Denouncements of Trump from places you never expected it”: Bulbapedia.

[postillfastill]

i saw a really cool butterfly expert man on PBS and was so in awe of him and his butterfly knowledge i tracked down the episode online to see how to spell his name and found his twitter and followed him, only for the next day to awaken to him having read not only my webcomic, but also my livetweets saying how i wanted to marry the butterfly man. he said he was flattered. anyway the moral of the story is please don’t underestimate how far down your twitter a bored entomologist will scroll, and also the internet was a mistake.

[thewigmaster]

Aesthetic.

[allthingseurope]

Budapest, Hungary (by Darko Djokovic)