scríbhneoireacht

wrote this down this morning. trying to find joy in things that aren't picture perfect, like my sudoku lols. 

two horses in a field. a tall and short coffee. a pair of ducks bobbing in the stream.“It’s us, that’s you and me!”, we say. And then we both smile.

beginning to worry about making friends in my masters. what's another weekend spent at home with my parents and doing sudokus? 

i am made up of everybody i have ever loved, lost and cherished. life moves on slowly, but it moves nonetheless.

had to stop reading my book because i was jealous of the sedated woman. wishlist: lobotomy

lá na nAithreacha; a piece i wrote for father's day last year.

a quiet reflection on anxiety, beauty, and the weight we carry even in the most peaceful places.

always hard to write about this. i normally don't, but today i did.

i frequently practice small talk in my free time. this is why i hang out with my cats over people. 

play risk by gracie abrams please !

growing tired of the sorry state of the world. hoping for good. 

originally wrote this piece as prose before i turned it into a poem, i think i prefer it that way. also finished my undergrad the last day, which is nerve racking in itself !