Another Irishman

hullo.

I don’t want to have to be the one who mourns everything when everyone else has clearly forgotten. It’s mortifying. It’s mortifying to be the one who remembers.
Ryan O’Connell (via larmoyante)

14/5/12 | 6:15pm | Reblog

I’m trying my hardest, just need to get this out of my system.

4/5/12 | 8:27pm | Reblog

yeah.

14/4/12 | 10:33pm | Reblog

i’m sorry if i made you cry

I’ve done you wrong and i don’t know why.
I feel i’ve wasted the entire day;
Like all i’ve done is make you cry.

I know not the proper way to apologize;
But I promise you, all I’ll do is try.
I’ve done you wrong and i don’t know why;

i’m sorry if i made you cry.

2 notes | 9/4/12 | 10:39pm | Reblog

On trying to break a writer’s block (read: don’t read)

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The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved — loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Victor Hugo (via larmoyante)

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There Are No Words

I wish my mouth had words to say
The things my eyes can see
Every time they look, my dear,
At what they see in thee.

For what can show the things I feel
Each time my eyes meet yours?
Or what portrays the the love I have
Each time you say “I’m yours”?

Nothing yet can show the world
The love I have for thee.
And words will never be enough
To show you what I mean.

Yet maybe you can understand
Despite my sputtering so,
That you love me and I love you;
That’s all we need to know.

53 notes | 11/3/12 | 8:19am | Reblog

Why does one love? How queer it is to see only one being in the world, to have only one thought in one’s mind, only one desire in the heart, and only one name on the lips—a name which comes up continually, rising, like the water in a spring, from the depths of the soul to the lips, a name which one repeats over and over again, which one whispers ceaselessly, everywhere, like a prayer.
Guy de Maupassant, The Complete Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant, Part One (via larmoyante)

10 notes | 10/3/12 | 2:22pm | Reblog

fortyonestars:

effington:

I can carry a tune really well but my voice doesn’t have a natural beautiful sing-y quality to it and that’s a huge bummer

sigh same

Oh shut up. I don’t want to seem harsh, but you’re doing the exact same thing I do with poetry. You beat yourself up and don’t think you’re any good at all. It’s one thing to not think you’re the best, to push yourself, but don’t push yourself so hard that you fall over. I think your voice is absolutely beautiful, and it’s honestly offensive to me that you think otherwise.