Dillcore; My own Personal ‘-core’ Aesthetic
The family library in our basement. Dim light coming from the poorly-built windows, the sound of creaking ceilings as people walk around upstairs, old rickety books with loose pages and threaded covers, and vintage photographs of loved ones and ancestors sitting on the bookshelves.
Old, Knitted Hand-me-down Sweaters with cute custom buttons
The feeling of lying down in the sunlight on your living room floor
Tired, wistful eyes
The feeling of your ears heating up and turning red as you get bashful
Older Houses made of wood and stone, with gorgeous architecture and ivy creeping up the walls
Old-fashioned sewing machines, rings and silver jewelry
Wicker Baskets, and the feeling as you get down on your knees in the dirt to dig up a carrot
The sound of creaking doors and the “funf” sound that fire makes as it comes alight
Calling others cute Nicknames in other languages, like Irish Gaeilge and German
Exploring your local hometown or city, following different paths you’ve never taken before just to see where they lead
The feeling of showing off your muscles as you work the forge, pulling up your tunic to wipe the sweat from your forehead as you work the metal
The burn in your muscles as you work and labor, whether it’s smithing or gardening or housework
Drying Flowers in piles of old, heavy books
The sound of a pen scratching against paper
That euphoria you feel when you give your work to others, and you get to see the excited smile on their face as they thank you for making it for them
The simple tune of hand-made music boxes, carved with designs and filled with small and intricate metalwork
Ancient Runes and Old Moss, all carved into Gravestones and Monuments of a simpler time
That one ornate owl teapot I have sitting on my kitchen windowsill, covered in intricate yellow and green designs that contrast perfectly with the white porcelain
The creaking of an old swing set
Soft, freshly-washed Wool
Practicing Calligraphy based on Ancient Irish Manuscripts
Smuggling books home from your English Class just because you want to keep reading them
Messy Hair and Crooked Glasses
Fields of Irish Gorse Flowers that fill you with determination and a deep resonance with nature
Museums, Libraries, Bookshops, really anywhere where Knowledge is stored and cultivated
Tall, grand trees that have lived far past their time
The swirls that cream makes when gently poured in your coffee or tea
Having a great respect for the dead. Writing letters to your deceased loved ones and asking if they’re proud of you. Leaving offerings on graves, whether you knew that person or not.
The feeling of excitement and wonder when I, a girl from a Rural-Suburban area of the Mountains, visit the city for once a year
Bloody Noses and Bruised Knuckles
Learning the swears first when learning any language
Having that one dream that you never quite give up on
Seeing something move out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn to look, there’s nothing there. You suspect the Fair Folk are behind it.
Approaching the magical and supernatural with a curious lens. Not seeking to understand fully, but to simply experience them for what they are.
Understanding that you will never truly understand
Getting called ‘Wise beyond your years’ whenever you talk to people older than you
People coming to you for favors, whether it’s advice or drawing/writing requests
Studying Mythology and writing down Notes about Offerings and Devotional Acts to the Old Gods when your parents aren't looking
Rain, Snow, Fog, really any kind of weather where the sky isn’t totally clear.
Having such an accurate sense of intuition that you can just kind of feel when it’s going to rain. You still can’t explain it, but you’ve learned to trust its judgement. It’s never been wrong.
Dreaming of the future, reminiscing on the past, but always living in the present
Talking to the moon at night when you’re feeling lonely, telling her how beautiful she is, how much you love her, and wishing her goodnight before you begin to drift off.
The feeling of dozing off on a car ride or while riding the public bus, trying to stay awake long enough to reach your spot
Genuinely not giving a fuck what others think. You have bigger things to ponder and worry about than what others think of your hair this morning. You stopped caring a while ago anyways.
