chardonnay
I’m not in the humour for any of this shite anymore.
I want to get these fucking exams done, fuck islam, fuck ireland, fuck antiquity, just fuck everything.
it’s all a load of shite anyways.
all work and no play,
make Sarah crazy for chardonnay….
Sarah
If and when I’ll die, I’ll die fabulous.
i think im having a heart attack… :/
Anonymous asked: This is from your Spanish folower. I love you're blog! Who is you're biggest insperation??
my biggest inspiration is music of all kinds. certain types of music puts me in certain mood which sets me up for the day :)
hidden gems
i love being surrounded by ‘stuff’. i might not know what it is, even though i probably should. but it’s just amazing to see beautiful things from yester-year. i have been to plenty of museums and ancient sites all over Europe. I’ve been to Pompeii, the Acropolis, trekked through Paris and Rome- i was short for breathe at the last supper in Milan. Naturally i’ve been to plenty of galleries in Dublin too, the hugh lane, the national gallery, the national library, the natural history and collins barracks, but i always felt that Irish museums were missing something- that oomph, that romance that the others had. but on sunday evening i was in the national history museum, somewhere i’ve been quite often and as always i had that slight feeling of disappointment.
It wasn’t the first time i’d looked at the building as well as the history around me, it’s marble staircase always get me. I just want to sit and look at it all day. then for some reason, something told me to look down. and written there on the steps as clear as day, was the romance and beauty which I so ignorantly thought it lacked…
‘a drop in the ocean’
