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Got my labradorite pipe from natural magics! It’s so amazing!! 😍😍
Get your own natural crystal pipe here~ [X]
Hold the phone- way too cool!!!!
Grianan of Aileach ancient ring fort.
Noted in the mythologies of Ireland, the fort was first constructed around 1700 BC (probably with earlier earthen walls), by the Tuatha de Danann (also known as the fairy folk) a race of supernaturally-gifted people in Irish mythology. The Tuatha De Danaan are known throughout ancient Ireland as the people of the goddess Dana/Danu (also known as mother). The Tuatha were banished from Heaven because they had learned the knowledge of magic. They ruled Ireland from 1897 B.C. to 1700 B.C.
Guys check out this blog! Seriously so beautiful.
The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.
Oscar Wilde, De Profundis (via wordsnquotes)
To be popular one must be a mediocrity.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via irishbroads)
Strange little change
I live in the house of solace,
where the strange and lost come and go
I always remain, host to the scenic and interesting
even in our freedom, the horrors of our world would start to seep in
but then came a strange little girl
more powerful than she could ever know, then the horrors had hope
I finally seen myself, bleeding through the shell
tripping so hard I fell in love
obsession is poisonous, possession pointless
learning to just enjoy and appreciate,
I melt in the ice blue with every glance,
looking in I see the universe and all worth seeing, a new world
the place you take me is strange, every time i go there my demons die
killing them with your smile.
Say yes
Society tells me to say no to many things
the drugs it told me to say no to, changed my mind
the politics they told me to say not to, changed my views
the friends they told me to say no to, changed my life
the questions they told me to say no to, were asking for help
so now i say no to society itself,
why hate others for being different, why believe that war is okay, why can’t i run about fucking naked and be nice to people for no reason and care about my planet, why cant i see the glass half full, why can’t I believe in mystery and aliens and that somehow in this world deemed so unimpressive were life managed to flourish and thrive and exist that it could contain something more than the clinical death of the 21st century man, why should my english be perfect do you not understand my message due to my dialect? why should I do anything that I am told if what I am told is disgusting
why must the only god damn things we can say yes to are greed and vice?
well my question is change
and my answer is fucking yes
The human rivers of the emerald isle.
They look so calm and peaceful, ebbing and easing
you would never know how they stole our young and our old alike
the rivers of the emerald isle, hold the souls of many.
We thrived in our home, a city war-torn and battle ravaged
built it up and built it strong, we made bridges to end the separation
but now they serve as a stage, were men go for their final show.
Could you not wait one more day? just for us to see you once more
or was the last time that day, if i’d have known I would have took a longer look
this is to all of them over the years,who can’t bring back the life they took
to those who I used to see every day, and wish I was as strong as them
as popular and cool and happy, never knowing that under it all they were suffering
this is to them, this is to you,
This is a tribute to those lost in deep blue.
But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.
Aldous Huxley (via brvtalize)
The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.
Gloria Steinem (via purplebuddhaproject)
An ode to change
Its a shite time of it aye, but what can ye do?
Of the lives we live and deaths we die,
amazingly I still find something new, in you
Because I wanted someone to join me on my perch overlooking hell
but now i just want to sit somewhere else
anywhere will do, a nice green field or a dingy bar
our usual spot, invaded often and never forgotten
anywhere will do, mountainous ranges or cosy small spaces
to travel and see but also to be, something new something good
something with postive outlook
anywhere will do, with you.
love was always good inspiration...
To live as the words
Oscar Wilde said bad artists lived the art they cannot create and for it were beautiful and interesting creatures, and in those words I found my purpose. I do not care if my writing is good, or my work ever achieves, to live the stories I can never write and to be picturesque, I will die the hero of my own tale, live the romance i dare not scribe, burn the world I see before me and build the one I dare not create. My life will be my art and my death my final masterpiece.
Never make the mistake of making things solid, reality is alive, shapeless formless, infinite in possibility and always moving. The decision to believe it is one certain way kills the possibilities of a million other worlds, reality and part of your own soul.
wuuuuuuuuuh?
To anyone who needs help, or anyone whos to much of a cunt to help
Since when is negativity a trend?
Since when are cut wrists smash hits?
Since when has thinking on yourself in completely negative light become the norm?
I grew up in this negativity, Like a fucking prison and all it takes to leave is to open the god damn door, you dont need to live like this, you dont need to hate everything but one thing is you cant just keep sit waiting for help, you are the only one that can help yourself. This is to every misunderstood little fuck, every depressed ego-manic, bi-polars, schizophrenics and all the other human beings that have been turned into big words that doctors like to use to tell us we live in an uncompassionate world and dont like it . Wake up, all this thinking on the negative has gotten you nowhere so far, and caring about what all those people, no matter how ‘cool and happy’ they are or how together they seem to have it, think of you. This is your own fucking life you gotta live it, to many good people have killed themselves, cut themselves and lost themselves for wars fought between their own thoughts. Where has the care gone, yeah the people these days are idiots and all and they dont like the same things as you but for fuck sake people, do people have to fit into your little label group before their health and wellbeing matters? do I need to be in your 'crew’ before youl tell me not to jump? No society this is a message to you and that means literally anyone who reads this, yeah you! specifically you! start caring about other people, we are one race and we are on one planet and you have no idea how much anyone is struggling, we need to bring good back into this world before its burnt to the ground. Im sick of people not caring about eachother, if anyone reading this needs anything even just a chat, i got ya fucking go for it, glad to help.
reblogging the good ones on return any requests let me know ill write a peice on any suggestion i feel about strongly
Return
To where i was once but a burning being, not even with the calmness of the monk who sacrificed all to be remembered as no more than an idea for a tshirt at the festival stalls, i return now following that thing deep inside never to hide or to subside to yearn always higher and above towards agony if it be the road to love. Meditation, inhalation, lsd and pystrance nation, no this is not where i find my peace, behind the craic, or the falling leaves in chaos with eyes closed, demise close, we reach for love grasping nails until at last resolve fails and in hoplessness we see reflected the only strength not rejected, the self, the wolf, the warrior, the one ready to be destroyed for what they believe, because already for their pain they were ready to leave, held on by the sprouting of the inspired seed, to fight peacefully for the sovereign right of every man woman and child to abandon the freedomless dangerous illusion of safety and to live in real life. Fairy tales are gone, these are the myths of the celts manifest in orwells meeting with huxley, i can not promise painlessness but i can tell you so in a moment kiss the pain and let go, we are meant for greater things and in the irish valley of silence were once we heard the raven flap its powered wings, flight is an option, an ability a gift to all of those who through sharing love lift, fear not and have faith, give fire and gave chase to all desire so deep or light in day or night, be it love or fight. In 19 short in this body and a thousand on this rock, I have lived my fantasy and nightmares. To my own fathers face one fateful night i gave the option of death or fight and got in return a blubbering man all accepting and never calm, apologising for creating the ocean of tides in which i was drowned for such a time and watched all loves pass away as friends greater than I in the centre of attention took the space where i wished to stay, but on and on down the white feathers fall, telling me still not to stop or stall or to cry at all because tears come no more, maybe they all left knowing what was in store. Now i see my land raped, corrib now but a shell, our land turning racist earth into prophesied hell, get caught not in which team is the true devil in life, know always that hate is our darkness and love is our light, share with brothers and sisters be disobedient, take what you need back from corporations of greed, take your time to give your temple body all it should see, love shamelessly and abundantly or powerfully and few, but put no hope in another, store faith instead in you. speak your word because through nouns and verbs this symbolic reality holographic intrinsically through form we find spirit and transfer it indefinitely. So from my information read with the right eyes and trans mutate higher to inspiration, shift not as a being but as an earth, human, city and nation, change rapidly and fearlessly not for the gain because i promise you even with perfection comes pain. Stand in these fires now and burn silently, I will protest only when the light fades from me
You should post a bit more i fuckin love u x
Hey there, Im going to start blogging again, this time, with fire and aim. Thank you :)
so i havent been on this in a while, but someone left some unnamed asks in my inbox, and they were very kind, my spoken word and poetry has been a big part of my life recently and I think its time to take back up the blog...