Conor. 19. Irish.I love music; to listen and to play. I like to write, but don't commit to it much as I'd like to. I live a weird mix of urban and rural life, and like animals very much. I like nature more than I expect, and I enjoy photography a lot. I take pictures, but am no photographer. I suffer from severe wanderlust. Give me a photograph or a description and I'm there in my mind, living and breathing a different life in a totally different place, with different people.
I'm currently taking a year out and plan on studying Law at Trinity College Dublin next September.
”Waking before you
I’ve got a fever and a childish wish for snow
Seems like a long, long time
Since I spun you to this borrowed radio
You pick a place that’s where I’ll be
Time like your cheek has turned for me
Someday the waves will stop
Every aching old machine will feel no pain
Someday we both will walk
Where a baby made tomorrow is a gain
Waking before you
I’m like the lord who sees his love though we don’t know
Seems like a long, long time
Since I’ve been above you seen and loved you so
You pick a place that’s where I’ll be
Time like your cheek has turned for me”
”I in a hidden Oasis
Fall the leaves off the summer trees
Fall the names off men and places”
I read this in the comment section of an article about mindfulness. I don’t know where or who it’s from but I love it.
Mumford & Sons
Ghosts That We Knew
and the waves break ever closer, ever near to me
I will lay down in the sand and let the ocean lead
carry me to Innisfree like pollen on the breeze — The Shrine/An Argument - Fleet Foxes
Asaf Avidan - Reckoning Song
Think of a horse and his rider.
This is me
coming in.
The dull hoof beats, the grass ripped up —
I want you to hear me coming,
my wet back
bent over my animal, hiding my face behind
his face, kissing his brown neck, his sweat so
like mine.
Christ could not come in
like…
