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Spuds are magical pass it on
Reason #23424 to love TG4
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Reblog this. Repost it. If youâve taken your own photo of or with the mural, share it. Itâll take more than a coat of paint to hide this. Image via ROSA on FB
It was HunReal that Maser offered his time and artistic accomplishment to the conversation starting #RepealThe8th mural at Project Arts Centre. This is an issue that affects so many people in this country and we canât continue to offload responsibility for it and ignore it. We wanted to work with him...
Get in here, sign, and share. Pro-life groups get away with plastering manipulated âfoetusâ images everywhere, but a non-graphic pro-choice mural gets painted over after a few complaints. Sick of this honestly
Aye they are out on the street with those blown up pictures frightening kids and aul wans, how are they getting away with that?
Fear not the devil or the fairies. Weather, wind or wicked weapon wielders.
Even the dead get tired.
Silence is the souls most powerful weapon.
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Two people meet. Love. They make love. And they love and the love and then, after a while, the love just runs out, just as abruptly as it first appeared, itâs capricious source blocked by circumstances, internal or external. Or else love continues until the end of time. Or else it is impossible love from the start, yet still unavoidable. And this love, this last sort, is it really nothing but a nuisance?
Mons Kallentoft.
We are never so defenceless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or itâs love.
Freud