mid twenties

supermoon

hungry for broccoli at the Roman Forum, Italy

on the bench in Christiana, Copenhagen

in the canals of Venice, Italy

to be a tile in sunshine at Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore in Florence, Italy

well, yes at Louisiana Museum of Modern Art in Humelbaek, Denmark

effaced in the canals of Venice, Italy

girl look at this at the Kilkenny Castle in Kilkenny, Ireland

reflections and a ball of yarn in Jægersborg Dyrehave, Denmark

Spirited Away wishes on the train to Bray, Ireland

how does one do something like this... at Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore in Florence, Italy

woah that‘s green the marsh of Kinvara, Ireland

waltz to the orchestra of the aspen in Villa Medici, Rome, Italy

oh to live in a row of pastel houses in Drumcondra neighborhood, Dublin, Ireland

I’m the dead wife at the beginning of the movie

dispassion, exhaled haze

some kind of practical magic?

the birds and branches all sigh

in milky reflection

feelings without are never the same

diorama of radiance in the King’s Garden, Copenhagen

boorish reds slurred creamy pinks

and the flowers are scattered not by flesh but by feather

the bombs are frivolous at the Roman Forum, Italy

feeling fractal-y

neon orange jello shots at the graduation party

with cascading blues and courageous greens and plead innocent. in Colimore Harbour, Ireland

listening to Reflection at Cinecittà Studios in Rome, Italy

“The day before yesterday, I saw a rabbit. Yesterday, a deer. And today, its you.” in Jægersborg Dyrehave, Denmark

peeping tom in the streets of Florence, Italy

wrapped in autumn water in Odense, Denmark

definitely listened to evermore here in Jægersborg Dyrehave, Denmark

sweaty at sunset at the top of Piazzale Michaelangelo in Florence, Italy

still listening to Reflection at Louisiana Museum of Modern Art in Humelbaek, Denmark

the copy of Wuthering Heights I stole from the hostel in Kilkenny, Ireland

this made the long ass hike worth it up the hill in Dalkey, Ireland

I fall away on the cliffs of Lurraga, Ireland

of seas and sights, we lay in history looking at Dalkey Island, Ireland

for your fruit bearing arms, and I, Tantalus in Salerno, Italy

swirling green in the morning mist

pale sand drifts even paler

bloom, bloom, bloom!

what face does a lover wear when they no longer love

gilded clouds swirled at my birth

he wonders if gods still walk among men at the Roman Forum, Italy

peace is petrichoric

still singing from the meadow, btw

the sand, wind, and water softened the edges

twisting the spine in Villa Medici, Rome, Italy

fiberglassing

find me where the cypress split in two

on the shore in Salerno, Italy

in the clouds of Venice, Italy

sunsetting in the King’s Garden, Copenhagen

burning blue in Jægersborg Dyrehave, Denmark

ever swam in a fountain? in the neighborhood of Prati in Rome, Italy

stepped in dog poop for this :/ in Odense, Denmark

so this is the most beautiful photo I’ve ever taken at the edge of Dalkey, Ireland

precious!! at Louisiana Museum of Modern Art in Humelbaek, Denmark

cliffs asf in Howth, Ireland

gyres of somethings greater on the cliffs of Lurraga, Ireland

of flowers or insects on the Cliffs of Moher

wet eyes of prey, air in Villa Medici, Rome, Italy

DJ Sammy We're in Heaven Techno Mix

loving me will feel like bending a geyser from nothing

struck one of light and of meter at the MOPOP in Seattle, Washington

summer susurrous

this is it: the land where the honey runs

and the waves are swelling

where gold knows silver, and moon sees sun

bombardment of light in the King’s Garden, Copenhagen

pry the cloud-cover off my heart

omneity that you reflect

though I cry for Calypso. pearls