Studying colonial irish history is like. ok here is a thing that happened in ireland and killed a frightening number of people. it was caused by a natural and unpredictable phenomenon which also hit the rest of europe, but outside factors meant that it killed several times more people and led to much more general misery in ireland. and by "outside factors" well. let's jusr say. the british government

"Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy." ~ W.B. Yeats

The one truly unifying Irish experience is learning the name of the third guy who went on the moon landing expedition and going "fucking WHO?!?"

(i see a medieval king on the side of the road, i lower my car window) yo medieval king! hey! how does it feel knowing that i have a far more decadent and luxurious life than you, you fucking prick (he starts speedwalking and trips on his robe)

also. i’ve got to fuck dick van dyke

shoutout to slow growers, late bloomers, people whose plans got derailed by circumstances beyond their control or their own choices, people who never had a plan to begin with, people who have had to start over when theyre too old to feel like theyre supposed to be where they are, people who cant pretend theyre built for the environment theyre in, and everyone who's not living the life they thought they would. im proud of you for making it this far and i hope you keep going until youre happy ♡