Clouds on my tongue

(Source: shellsonthebeach, via sweethomestyle)

Go to the Aran Islands, and find a life that has never been expressed in literature.

( W.B. Yeats )

eyeforireland:

Aran Islands

Photography by Maria Brundin http://www.flickr.com/photos/mbrundin

Barefoot, alive

travelthisworld:

Claddagh, Galway, Ireland 

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In this age of alcohol bingeing, few drinks are lovingly savoured. Guinness is one of that rare breed.

echelonsister:

Cliffs of Moher … where the world is probably limitless

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A selkie and her sisters

Here we will moor our lonely ship And wander ever with woven hands, Murmuring softly lip to lip, Along the grass, along the sands, Murmuring how far away are the unquiet lands
W.B. Yeats