Even the Good Stars Fall from Grace and Faulter

From Dublin, Ireland. Things I love...Music...Music...more music....Books...Poetry..Ryan Adams...Films.. Jeff Buckley...Travel...PJ Harvey...Pearl Jam...Dylan Moran...Bon Iver...The West Wing...Lisa Hannigan...Paul Newman..Rufus Wainwright...Pablo Neruda...Hepburn and Tracy...Tea and Cake...Neil Finn...cold sunny mornings...Three Colours Trilogy...Butterflies..gigs..the sea..old photographs...The Smashing Pumpkins...Italy...Joy Division...Daydreaming..The New Girl...am night Owl...Cornflowers...Radiohead..The Frames...Stars....Audrey Hepburn...The Goonies...Rumi...New Order..Paolo Coelho...Red wine....New York...Fleetwood Mac...The Princess Bride...Donny Hathaway...Neil Young...Amelie...Wuthering Heights...Seinfeld...Northern Exposure...Gabriel García Márquez...Billie Holiday...Frasier...Whiskeytown...Elliott Smith...Withnail and I...Nirvana...Jane Austen...Nina Simone...Rum...Kate Bush...The Godfather...Crumble n Custard...Bob Dylan...Yoga Loving...Cinnamon Girl

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Knock loud, I’m home - Claudine Doury

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"for women who are 'difficult' to love." Warsan Shire

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  you are a horse running alone and he tries to tame you compares you to an impossible highway to a burning house says you are blinding him that he could never leave you forget you want anything but you you dizzy him, you are unbearable every woman before or after you is doused in your name you fill his mouth his teeth ache with memory of taste his body just a long shadow seeking yours but you are always too intense frightening in the way you want him unashamed and sacrificial he tells you that no man can live up to the one who lives in your head and you tried to change didn’t you? closed your mouth more tried to be softer prettier less volatile, less awake but even when sleeping you could feel him travelling away from you in his dreams so what did you want to do love split his head open? you can’t make homes out of human beings someone should have already told you that and if he wants to leave then let him leave you are terrifying and strange and beautiful something not everyone knows how to love.

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Outside History

These are outsiders, always. These stars - these iron inklings of an Irish January, whose light happened thousands of years before our pain did; they are, they have always been outside history. They keep their distance. Under them remains a place where you found you were human, and a landscape in which you know you are mortal. And a time to choose between them. I have chosen: out of myth in history I move to be part of that ordeal who darkness is only now reaching me from those fields, those rivers, those roads clotted as firmaments with the dead. How slowly they die as we kneel beside them, whisper in their ear. And we are too late. We are always too late.

Eavan Boland 

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Julie Delpy & Ethan Hawke on the set of Before Midnight (2013).

Dir: Richard Linklater

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Vernazza - Cinque Terre - Italy (by margaux1016) 

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curious baby marten (Source: http://ift.tt/2gEnOI9)

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Paul Newman, 1968.

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A while back with my daughter I watched David Attenborough narrate the process As three orcas Drowned a sperm whale calf The mother tried to block them They just kept going, quietly outflanked her taking turns One by one to push the calf down in the water until it died Nothing could stop it A while after that In Collinstown car park I walk with a student We heard a sparrow cry While a magpie held it down with its claws While its beak tore the little bird open Nothing could stop it. Soon after that I was shown a video on YouTube A komodo dragon Killing a deer eating its way through its still working stomach The deer didn’t know it was dying Immobile and crying And crying Tourists recorded it Nothing could stop it. Here in Ireland We are in crisis. Predators are tearing this country to bits Our heart is being torn from our chest And squeezed to death. The system allows it. As if nothing can stop it. If the power we give to those above Is no longer being used to protect us It must be taken back. Simple as.

Colm Keegan

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I know we don’t get happily ever afters in real life. I’m a hopeless romantic, not a total fucking idiot. As my friend, Russell, said to me once, “Even with the happiest couples, one of you dies first.” But first there is such unalloyed joy. We went to the supermarket yesterday and we were wandering around and, at one point, he took my hand, because that’s the kind of thing he does. And instantly, I got flustered. Residual anxiety. Remembrance of past battery. Enduring scars. Even though I know I’m hardly likely to get my head kicked in by the salad bar, PDAs can still make me nervous. And then he said, gentle as anything, and I’m not going to do the accent… “If there’s a gay kid in here with his folks, frightened that he’s a freak, don’t you think that it might give him hope, seeing two guys wandering around, being themselves, getting their groceries, like everyone else?” If happiness is a place… it’s the biscuit aisle in Sainsbury’s. And anywhere else I am with him.

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Street Art - Rathmines, Dublin

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