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putoutallthestars · 5 months
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"You don’t get to be racist and Irish You don’t get to be proud of your heritage, plights and fights for freedom while kneeling on the neck of another! You’re not entitled to sing songs of heroes and martyrs mothers and fathers who cried as they starved in a famine Or of brave hearted soft spoken poets and artists lined up in a yard blindfolded and bound Waiting for Godot and point blank to sound We emigrated We immigrated We took refuge So cannot refuse When it’s our time To return the favour Land stolen Spirits broken Bodies crushed and swollen unholy tokens of Christ, Nailed to a tree (That) You hang around your neck Like a noose of the free Our colour pasty Our accents thick Hands like shovels from mortar and bricklaying foundation of cities you now stand upon Our suffering seeps from every stone your opportunities arise from Outstanding on the shoulders of our forefathers and foremother’s who bore your mother’s mother Our music is for the righteous Our joys have been earned Well deserved and serve to remind us to remember More Blacks More Dogs More Irish. Still labelled leprechauns, Micks, Paddy’s, louts we’re shouting to tell you our land, our laws are progressively out there We’re in a chrysalis state of emerging into a new and more beautiful Eire/era 40 Shades Better Unanimous in our rainbow vote we’ve found our stereotypical pot of gold and my God it’s good. So join us.. 'cause You Don’t Get To Be Racist And Irish."
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putoutallthestars · 10 months
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L A S T WEEKEND 🐞 Felt the Midas ladybug touch and the heat of the Irish sun. For a second thought I'd come undone. Got inspired. Threw caution to the wind. Embraced the inability to draw a life plan.
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“Neither of us gestured or waved, we just looked at one another, as if we were already having a private conversation that couldn’t be overheard.”
- Conversations with Friends, Sally Rooney
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putoutallthestars · 10 months
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Sweetest Thing, U2 (1998)
Real men don't cry apologize. It's time to acknowledge the elephant in the room. - Baby Bono apologizing to his wife in the streets of Dublin for forgetting her birthday. - 🍀🇮🇪👨‍🎤❤️
Blue-eyed boy meets a brown-eyed girl. (Oh, the sweetest thing.) You can sew it up, but you still see the tear. (Oh, the sweetest thing.) Baby's got blue skies up ahead But in this, I'm a rain-cloud, Ours is a stormy kind of love. (Oh, the sweetest thing.)
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putoutallthestars · 10 months
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Witnessed J-Law being a comedy goddess last night ✨🧝‍♀️ It improved my evening significantly. Thank you 🙇‍♀️
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Need a car? “Date” our son this summer and bring him out of his shell before college. In exchange, we’ll give you a Buick Regal. Date is in quotes… 
JENNIFER LAWRENCE in NO HARD FEELINGS (2023)
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putoutallthestars · 10 months
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Tenho uma sorte do caraças por poder dizer que trabalho numa consultora onde sair mais tarde é que é visto com maus olhos. Tenho uma sorte do caraças em dizer que vivo num país onde a cultura de trabalho não é tóxica. Onde não há diz que disse a toda a hora num open space e toda a gente se sente bem e está apenas interessada em melhorar os resultados da equipa. Foi preciso sair de Portugal para perceber que todos nos podemos ajudar uns aos outros. Os chefes e managers não olham para nós como competição ou alvos a abater para que sejam eles a ter todo o protagonismo.
Porque esse individualismo, esse espezinhar do outro, esse cochicho mesquinho com os teus amiguinhos - pequenos no pensamento, como tu, - esse desprezo, esse "não está claro que sou melhor do que tu?", essa atitude de merda, pode levar-nos a pensar no suicídio.
Eu própria pensava muitas vezes nisso quando andava pelo open space da sede da FNAC em Lisboa. Por culpa de umas Catarinas com apelidos bem banais e dos quais ninguém se vai lembrar daqui a uns anos. Pouco empáticas, mal formadas e, se tiver o azar de me cruzar novamente com elas, irei dar-lhes o desprezo que elas, sim, merecem.
Se por acaso fizerem parte do círculo de amigos destas pessoas, não pensem em entrar no meu, nem tão pouco em procurar o meu olhar para ver se o devolvo. A resposta é não (ou sim ao contrário, ou lá como preferirem). Não vou falar com vocês, não vou estar com vocês, porque não posso (nem quero). A vida é curta, eu estou cansada, e não tenho tempo a perder.
O meu pai diz que a sorte se constrói e tem razão. Dizer que sim e tão importante como dizer que não. Cada um faz as suas escolhas. ---------------- To live without self-respect is to lie awake some night, beyond the reach of warm milk, the Phenobarbital, and the sleeping hand on the coverlet, counting up the sins of commissions and omission, the trusts betrayed, the promises subtly broken, the gifts irrevocably wasted through sloth or cowardice, or carelessness. However long we postpone it, we eventually lie down alone in that notoriously uncomfortable bed, the one we make ourselves. Whether or not we sleep in it depends, of course, on whether or not we respect ourselves. - Joan Didion
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putoutallthestars · 10 months
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LIFE L A T E L Y
And the 🥇 for the best 👁️ roll of all time goes to...
Walks 🚶‍♀️
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The Irish sea 🇮🇪🍀🌊
A sunbathed wonderwall 🌻✨🧱
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putoutallthestars · 10 months
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IN M Y S T E R Y THE S O U L ABIDES Some people dance at the altar Some people worship underground You and I, we’ve been through all that Hallelujah look at you now Moonraker Lover of song Dancer of twine How do you make it look so easy babe? Hanging out there On the line
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putoutallthestars · 10 months
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Candy, Rosalía (2022) Fact: Rosalía's fingernails are as big as her talent 💁‍♀️🍭💃 Ya no te quiero como antes Me rompiste, pero solo en parte Llevaba tu esclava para pensarte Pero de olvidarte yo ya hice un arte
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putoutallthestars · 10 months
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Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions. Their lives a mimicry. Their passions a quotation
🎬I'm Thinking of Ending Things, dir. Charlie Kaufman
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putoutallthestars · 11 months
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putoutallthestars · 11 months
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Just so I don't have to underline a whole page.
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putoutallthestars · 11 months
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It turns out Joana Duarte has exquisite taste in men 👌 Ziggy "I don't party but I'm single" Alberts is dreamy ✨ and has his own stand up comedy show in between singing beautiful songs. Glad to see him back in 🇮🇪 "in good health". Until next year 👋 There's a new crush in town (who's also a massive Ben Howard fan) P.S.: Casava na boa 👰‍♀️
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putoutallthestars · 11 months
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SUMMER P R E L U D E Cruise ships in the distance 🛳️ Portuguese tuna 🐟 🇵🇹 Father + son quality time 👨‍👦 Longer days/ shorter nights 🌞🌕
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putoutallthestars · 11 months
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10/10 🤌 Every shot is an absolute masterpiece and the screenplay is something else Is June too soon to claim a favourite film in the year?
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I didn’t expect to find a friend like Bruno in my life. Nor that friendship was a place where you put down roots, that remains waiting for you.
THE EIGHT MOUNTAINS (2022) dir. Felix van Groeningen
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putoutallthestars · 11 months
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You can blame my forever puzzled look on Ari Aster's "Beau is Afraid". IF there's an afterlife, there's a great chance I'll still be processing what I've watched today.
Thanks.
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putoutallthestars · 11 months
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Rose Pink Cadillac, Dope Lemon (2022)
💗🌕fuchsia fever dream💗🌕
Oh I love the way you dance How you move your feet How you turn your head How you look me in the eyes How you do the things you do with your heart, I’ll never know
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