holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror
forgot my night time garlic bread in the oven for the length of 2 mythbusters wpisodes and when i opened the oven door it was so thoroughly cremated that i was blinded not by smoke and ash but what surely must have been its Soul as well
wore my thigh high boots on a walk today and we had to take a path through some long grass and while everyone else was rolling their pants into their socks and putting on jackets to protect themselves from ticks i was standing there smug as hell in my thigh high leather boots.
when you’re a child and you stay up past your bedtime you get punished by your parents, when you’re an adult and you stay up too late you just get punished by the ghosts and spirits and demons and such
Not every day has to count. Some days are for repairing, resting, mourning. You don’t have to perform every day. Some days are for doing nothing. For sleeping all day or being on your phone. Relaxing is ok, allowed and encouraged. Do what you need to do.
Masterpost of vaguely-addressed letters that actually got delivered to the right person. Whatever you say about Ireland, the lovely people at an Post clearly know how to do their job.
1. Your man Henderson, that boy with the glasses who is doing the PhD up here at Queen’s in Belfast, Buncrana, Co. Donegal, Ireland.
2. Blindboy Boatclub, Postman should know, Limerick, Limerick postman should know.
3. Mr. Leo Varadkar, Taoiseach, Castleknock, Dublin 15.
4. Petra Kindler and Donal Moore, unfortunately I forget the streetname but it’s near a street named Cul de Sac, The beautiful city of WATERFORD, well-known for its kindly postmen, IRELAND.
5. HERE PLEASE [on a map of the coastline near Dunmore East].
ALT
