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a man in a Galway bookshop yday speculating on the creative futures of my friends and I based off of looks alone (yes we were stuck) deemed me Kate Bush and said I would be a musical sensation

I was freaked out given that was my first ever grand ambition but equally it was probably just my hair

Sending this back out into the world: Everything Is Going to Be All Right — Derek Mahon.

"There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The lines flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart..."

remains a great bit of 2010s indie pop-rock. i'll defend the credibility of The 1975 in that niche to the death, tbh!

really thought The 1975's debut spoke to me when I was a teenager. assumed it would sound juvenile to me in 2026, not least because it's Matty Healy. but, no – now I am, of course, Healy's age when he wrote it, and fuck

do love stumbling upon a rare 'ageing is fun' moment every now and again

tall soft-spoken ginger man also doing a masters at trinity who flirted with me as I purchased Nespresso pods: I will be back

Asked my Amazon echo to play John Cage and the bloody thing just ignored me for nearly five minutes.

Saoirse Ronan in the film Little Women holding old her hands and looking tearful with the subtitle “women”

had some unfathomable sun-based luck ngl

the back of a ginger me and my brunette friend stood on rocks on Salthill shore at dusk, looking out at the sea

me from the back stood on the Cliffs of Moher, looking out toward the sea

the sea and the Cliffs of Moher lit by a low, late-afternoon sun

a small Salthill beach on the coastline path heading to the centre of Galway

strong few days in co. galway + co. clare being ginger next to bodies of water

just below Hamlet is Julius Caesar. big affinity for the roman plays in general! also love Richard II

If you smell toast, you might be having a stroke... a stroke of luck that is. It’s toast time.

a corner of a classroom up close. chairs with small wooden desks attached to them curl round the perimeter of the room. my iced coffee is sat on one of the desks. a tall window backs onto Westland Row, Dublin. fun fact... the room where Oscar Wilde was born!

myself and two friends stood admiring (and obscuring) an artwork in a Martello tower. the piece is cool crayon sketches over pages of Ulysses

Dublin docklands before sunrise from the Seán O'Casey bridge. an orange/green/yellow light is creeping into being at the mouth of the river, the near-centre of the image

a passage from John McGahern's 'The Pornographer' 'If my love had married me it might all by this time have dwindled to a similar dullness, but at least by now we would know the quality of that dullness, having tried to live in love. Now we would never know at all.'

Who can reply: anyone, nobody, people who can be normal about it.

trying out a new feature, lmk if it works

*i’d never read anything of his until last week – even being vaguely aware of his unsavoury takes um wow was i unprepared

the last paragraph of The Night Ocean by Lovecraft and R.H. Barlow: แวดะนก Vast and lonely is the ocean, and even as all things came from it, so shall they return thereto. In the shrouded depths of time none shall reign upon the earth, nor shall any motion be, save in the eternal waters. And these shall beat on dark shores in thunderous foam, though none shall remain in that dying world to watch the cold light of the enfeebled moon playing on the swirling tides and coarse-grained sand. On the deep's margin shall rest only a stagnant foam, gathering about the shells and bones of perished shapes that dwelt within the waters. Silent, flabby things will toss and roll along empty shores, their sluggish life extinct. Then all shall be dark, for at last even the white moon on the distant waves shall wink out. Nothing shall be left, neither above nor below the sombre waters. And until that last millennium, and beyond the perishing of all other things, the sea will thunder and toss throughout the dismal night.

essaying on Lovecraft, half-against my will, and am writing on the sea, boundaries of perception/consciousness, speculative realism – things i care about – to get through it

i don’t love his genre, and obviously dislike his racism, but the guy is pretty good when it comes to big bodies of water

I have seen a lot of cursed stuff in my time in academia but this is among the *most* cursed.
Grammarly is generating miniature LLMs based on academic work so that users can have their writing ‘reviewed’ by experts like David Abulafia, who died less than two months ago.

Just Nick Robinson casually asking a guest on BBC Today if protests against the war 'should be allowed to go ahead' or 'ought to be banned in this country'.

the bio of @poeticpupptets on ig, 'banger poems brought to you by your favourite puppets'

a post by this account: lines from Scheherazade by Richard Siken laid over an image of Kermit in a tux 'Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. / These, our bodies, possessed by light. / Tell me we'll never get used to it.'

found the best instagram account ever. sorry! www.instagram.com/poeticpuppets/

Dunno. you're hot and you have mummy issues. That's prime lesbian material

Part of a tube station that says "private ate" which, to me, evokes the snuffling at a sweetheart's gruffles

Tired: Would you enjoy some cunnilingus?

Wired: who want they

Gareth Southgate posting about winning the League Cup with Middlesbrough. He says “22 years ago we broke a 128 year wait for Boro’s first trophy. I will never forget the emotion within the stadium and the bonds formed within the dressing room”.

Bless Gareth, but man. He manages to make the greatest day in our history sound boring.

ofc everyone should do as they wish as long as it's not harming others, and I'm lucky enough to have great friends, committed to mess

but it does feel slightly askew from the early 20s I was promised. there should be MORE of you to have fun with! more of a collective will to love and lose and feel

especially in Dublin

yes classmate I am very sorry that I rocked up to our 10am after abandoning the latter half of the reading to go and have five pints last night but there's really no need to look at me like that

being a 23 y/o student in a city is strange atm

clean living/eating and celibacy trends have hit a very high no. of people who should really be allowing themselves more fun at this age, more room for mistakes, later nights, etc.

...and the sheer prevalence of them makes the rest of us look AWFUL

Doors open wherever you go / in that furious place; / for you are the light / rising on lost islands

Nigel Farage lied multiple times at his press conference today - including saying no-one who voted Green in Gorton and Denton has a job and he's "certain" Reform won most British born voters in the by-election, based on zero evidence, and yet not a single journalist there pushed back on them

Hiring established scholars to junior Oxbridge roles imperils disciplines As lay-offs continue elsewhere, postdocs’ inability to land permanent roles will block the pipeline of future faculty, Cambridge academics argue

Raises some important issues but also ignores the fact that many Humanities staff outside the magic circle are facing redundancy. They are naturally willing, indeed desperate, to apply for entry-level Oxbridge posts. The situation is grim. 1/2