1. 18:3127/07

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    Reblogged from kingsandqueers

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  2. 18:0727/07

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Seamus Heaney’s last words: ”Don’t be afraid” (Noli timere), painted by Dublin artist Maser


    Seamus Heaney’s last words: ”Don’t be afraid” (Noli timere), painted by Dublin artist Maser

  3. 15:0427/07

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    Stuck in €25 yesterday on pay day.
Actually need to make money on gambling this month to pay all bills.
Wish me luck, give me tips.

    Stuck in €25 yesterday on pay day.

    Actually need to make money on gambling this month to pay all bills.

    Wish me luck, give me tips.

  4. I’ve been looking for a lover
    Thought I’d find her in a bottle
    God, make me another one
    I’ll be feeling this tomorrow
    Lord, forgive me for the things I’ve done
    I was never meant to hurt no one
    — Ed Sheeran - Bloodstream
  5. 13:0427/07

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    Reblogged from sugar-slit

    Tryna smoke when it’s windy like:

  6. I get disconcerted when people say, “He’s not my type,” or, “She’s not what I’m looking for,” before even speaking to the person in question. Just how god damn superficial and/or prejudicial do you have to be to believe that about yourself.

    My type? Someone that’s nice to me, understands my relationship with them and others, that knows the difference between space and distance, that understands the difference between drug use and abuse, and a similar taste in TV, movies and music and sharing the odd spliff or bottle of vodka wouldn’t go amiss.

    What I’m looking for? See above…

    How can you possibly know any of these extremely important things unless you get to know that person. And I don’t mean shouting in each others ears on a nightclub dance floor, or a drunken trip between the sheets. I mean wake up early, have breakfast together, sit on the grass over coffee after, share your last cigarettes and last pennies and most importantly share laughter, share life. 

    That’s why I say, “I don’t know,” on nights out when my friends ask, “What about her?

  7. Ed Sheeran - X

    is just awesome

  8. 11:3427/07

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    Reblogged from notafuckinglady

    Act like you trust people, but don’t.
    — Anonymous  (via amouremeline)

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  9. 00:4527/07

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    there is a huge difference between genuinely liking someone and liking the attention they give you and it took me a long ass time to realize that

    this is so fucking true holy shit

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  10. 23:1626/07

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    "was that awkward eye contact or were we checking eachother out" - a life story

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  11. 22:5026/07

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    Tags: evangelion

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  12. 21:1926/07

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  13. 20:2826/07

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    no bro

    you really don’t

    not at fucking



    It appears absolutely no one realizes this character (assuming this story takes places during the time in which it was filmed) grew up during The Troubles of Northern Ireland.

    You don’t if he’s Northern Irish. You don’t know if he’s Catholic. You don’t know if he grew up watching his people get murdered by Loyalist Protestants and British soldiers who carried heavy racial prejudice against Irish Catholics (hellooo, Bloody Sunday anyone?), who had for centuries been characterized as barbaric, racially inferior, lowly people who needed to be wiped out or converted. Attacks by the IRA, and therefore retaliation by the British, didn’t completely cease until 1998, I believe? This film came out in 2002.

    You don’t know if he was an Irishman who grew up in England. Bomb attacks carried out by the IRA in England kindled misplaced aggression toward innocent Irish civilians living among the English population and Irish people were verbally and physically attacked and their businesses targeted. Perhaps similar to how ordinary Muslims bear the brunt of aggression after attacks by Muslim extremists…

    You can still find yourself threatened and demeaned if you’re a Catholic in Northern Ireland or if you’re a Protestant in Ireland and some older dude in a pub in a smaller town straight up asks you if you’re Catholic or not and you’re afraid what’ll happen if you don’t lie about who you are.

    You can still hear casual racism toward Irish people in everyday life and in publicly broadcast media in the UK.

    You can still see and hear “Kill All Irish” and other pretty heavy anti-Irish sentiment among Loyalists in Northern Ireland who don’t consider themselves Irish at all.

    Just because it now appears that the island of Ireland has been allowed to move on from war and their appearance and culture generally allows them to blend into and reap the benefits of the White European demographic doesn’t mean that this character does not have the background suitable to fully empathize with her. Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t, we just don’t know his story.

    But I guess you’ve never been demeaned as a Paddy or a Taig so you wouldn’t understand what it feels like, would you?

    don’t worry dude it’s tumblr the mentality here is basically “if you’re lighter than a coconut you’re not allowed to have any feelings and your life is automatically perfect but that’s not racist at all bc your skin is lighter than someone else’s and that means it’s ok”


    not enough upward pointies in the world

    plot twist: being Irish actually sucks, seriously

    I normally don’t comment on posts like these but the ignorance of this makes me so fucking angry because absolutely no one in the world seems to give a shit about the Irish because we all just seem to be so happy and drunk all the time. Because they’re white, right? So obviously they have no idea what hardship means.

    *bursts in* *breathes heavily* Did someone mention the Northern Irish Troubles

    First of all, pretty much yes to everything about Ireland up there. Growing up in Northern Ireland, I saw the violence from all sides - my father is a British Protestant and my mother is a Catholic, so I basically couldn’t win because according to one side I was a dirty taig and according to the other I was a filthy hun. Luckily I managed to make friends with a mix of both Catholics and Protestants who all thought this attitude was just as stupid as I did, but between all of us, we saw our fair share of sectarian violence, and the Catholics, without a doubt, got it worse.

    Irish Catholics were robbed of their country by Protestant invaders centuries ago. They fought and fought and eventually got the Irish Free State (now the Republic of Ireland), however, thanks to the deliberate plantation of Protestants to eradicate the Catholic majority in the North, it was left under British rule. Since then, Catholics have been murdered, arrested, terrorised, tortured and driven out of their houses just for being Irish Catholics. 

    I moved from Northern Ireland in 2010 and to the day I left, the violence was not over. I couldn’t wear certain colours in certain areas because I would be beaten. I had fake names depending on where I was stopped, as attackers can determine what religion you are from your name alone (and this is a trick I learned, too, for defence). I can recite my rights if I’m arrested because if I was stopped in certain areas I could be, on the assumption I could be Catholic. I know the subtle sectarian geography of the city of Belfast because if I cross the road in the wrong place I’m in enemy territory. I have been chased by a group of forty people, throwing fireworks at me, because they assumed I was a Catholic. Police were parked on nearby streets and didn’t acknowledge the commotion. My friends and I walk past graffiti screamed “Kill All Taigs”. A fifteen year old boy who lived half an hour from me was beaten to death by a group of adults for being Catholic. For fifty years, people have been detained without trial, tortured, beaten and wrongly imprisoned just for being Catholic, because apparently, being Catholic means you must be in the IRA. 

    Even now, I can’t escape it. I have a noticeable Northern Irish accent, which is stronger when I’m around people from there and is noticeable as a strong accent whenever I’m not in the country. At airports, I’m always the one stopped and frisked if they hear my accent. At ferry ports, it’s alway my car (which has Northern Irish registration plates) that’s “randomly selected” for a search. All of this just happened to me, a person who got off lightly.

    If you think that Irish people haven’t faced oppression and abuse, you’re wrong. If you think that Northern Ireland is past its troubles, you’re wrong. It sickens me that this happens only a few hundred miles away from England and no one acknowledges it exists, because hey, they’re just some terrorist Catholics, right?

    Contrary to popular belief, racism isn’t America centric. Just ask the Serbians and Croatians.


    This.  Also, for us Italians, Sicily: most of the Italian side of my family traces their roots to poor fishermen and the like there up until just before the World Wars.  For the past thousand years or so, when we haven’t been under imperialist rule by Rome, the Muslim empires, or Spain, we usually lived in fear of our own countrymen in the Mafia, which is still quietly in control of much of the region’s economy and politics today.

    Yeah. It’s long. Doesn’t mean Tumblr doesn’t need to see it. Also:




    So Irish people were often treated with the same disdain as blacks. You’re the worst kind of person if this post can’t teach you that white =/= privileged.

    (Source: giggleshrug)

  14. 20:0826/07

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    Reblogged from sugar-slit

    You think things are all legal or illegal in this country. In Ireland, that’s not the way we do it. We’ve got a greater appreciation of the greyness of the human condition, between the white and the black. There are three states of legality in Irish law: there’s all this stuff which comes under “That’s grand” and then moves into “Ah now, don’t push it” and finally comes under “Right, you’re taking the piss” and that’s when the police come in.
    — Dara O’Briain  (via weefawn)

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  15. 19:1625/07

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An Irish teenager yells at British soldiers during unrest in Northern Ireland.


    An Irish teenager yells at British soldiers during unrest in Northern Ireland.