The Melancholy Aesthete 🌈
@melancholyaesthete.bsky.social
Dales Lad now living in the Emerald Isle 🇮🇪
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“For the philosopher is right who says that nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy”
~ Virginia Woolf
~ Virginia Woolf
World Mental Health Day 💚
We are merchants of quicksand, trading smiles for temporary suns
Do not shame the owner of the wound; it is only a map of weather
Hear the heart stumble like a tired horse beneath the carts of day
It's not a crime to breathe crookedly beneath the sky
We are merchants of quicksand, trading smiles for temporary suns
Do not shame the owner of the wound; it is only a map of weather
Hear the heart stumble like a tired horse beneath the carts of day
It's not a crime to breathe crookedly beneath the sky
October 10, 2025 at 2:57 PM
World Mental Health Day 💚
We are merchants of quicksand, trading smiles for temporary suns
Do not shame the owner of the wound; it is only a map of weather
Hear the heart stumble like a tired horse beneath the carts of day
It's not a crime to breathe crookedly beneath the sky
We are merchants of quicksand, trading smiles for temporary suns
Do not shame the owner of the wound; it is only a map of weather
Hear the heart stumble like a tired horse beneath the carts of day
It's not a crime to breathe crookedly beneath the sky
O madness, admirable, black and luminous,
you walked in rags beneath gaslight and sang:
"I am the bell you forgot to toll."
you walked in rags beneath gaslight and sang:
"I am the bell you forgot to toll."
October 3, 2025 at 12:20 AM
O madness, admirable, black and luminous,
you walked in rags beneath gaslight and sang:
"I am the bell you forgot to toll."
you walked in rags beneath gaslight and sang:
"I am the bell you forgot to toll."
Happy Independence Day, Ukraine! 🇺🇦
August 24, 2025 at 4:39 PM
Happy Independence Day, Ukraine! 🇺🇦
Oh, that we might lose ourselves,
In thickets dense with ancient lore
Among the echoes of forgotten elves,
And secrets whispered evermore #PaganSunday
In thickets dense with ancient lore
Among the echoes of forgotten elves,
And secrets whispered evermore #PaganSunday
June 15, 2025 at 3:44 PM
Oh, that we might lose ourselves,
In thickets dense with ancient lore
Among the echoes of forgotten elves,
And secrets whispered evermore #PaganSunday
In thickets dense with ancient lore
Among the echoes of forgotten elves,
And secrets whispered evermore #PaganSunday
Classic! 🖤
SUNSET BOULEVARD | "I Am Big, It's the Pictures That Got Small" Clip | Paramount Movies
YouTube video by Paramount Movies
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June 11, 2025 at 5:40 PM
Classic! 🖤
Grit and glory hand in hand, through the chaos of the sands
For each heart that shattered against the tide
#DDay #DDay81 #NeverForget
For each heart that shattered against the tide
#DDay #DDay81 #NeverForget
June 6, 2025 at 2:16 PM
Grit and glory hand in hand, through the chaos of the sands
For each heart that shattered against the tide
#DDay #DDay81 #NeverForget
For each heart that shattered against the tide
#DDay #DDay81 #NeverForget
In the kaleidoscope of existence,
Draped in hues of the unseen
Where love tangled in secret storms,
We rise like the morning sun!
Draped in hues of the unseen
Where love tangled in secret storms,
We rise like the morning sun!
June 2, 2025 at 2:38 PM
In the kaleidoscope of existence,
Draped in hues of the unseen
Where love tangled in secret storms,
We rise like the morning sun!
Draped in hues of the unseen
Where love tangled in secret storms,
We rise like the morning sun!
Hashish dreams entwine with the euphoria of dusk,
I lose myself in a melody of layered thoughts
I am the seeker, the poet, lost in the smoke
I lose myself in a melody of layered thoughts
I am the seeker, the poet, lost in the smoke
May 23, 2025 at 3:09 PM
Hashish dreams entwine with the euphoria of dusk,
I lose myself in a melody of layered thoughts
I am the seeker, the poet, lost in the smoke
I lose myself in a melody of layered thoughts
I am the seeker, the poet, lost in the smoke
Shadows of Azovstal
Heroes forged in the crucible of anguish,
Three cycles of the moon, three winters of silence
No chains can bind legends, no night can extinguish,
Free them now, from the shackles of time.
#FreeAzov
#FreeAzovstalDefenders
Heroes forged in the crucible of anguish,
Three cycles of the moon, three winters of silence
No chains can bind legends, no night can extinguish,
Free them now, from the shackles of time.
#FreeAzov
#FreeAzovstalDefenders
May 20, 2025 at 3:22 PM
Shadows of Azovstal
Heroes forged in the crucible of anguish,
Three cycles of the moon, three winters of silence
No chains can bind legends, no night can extinguish,
Free them now, from the shackles of time.
#FreeAzov
#FreeAzovstalDefenders
Heroes forged in the crucible of anguish,
Three cycles of the moon, three winters of silence
No chains can bind legends, no night can extinguish,
Free them now, from the shackles of time.
#FreeAzov
#FreeAzovstalDefenders
In the twilight of gilded masquerades,
The throne, a stage set for bitter jesters
A kingdom woven in artifice,
With medals forged in the anvil of charade #NotMyKing
The throne, a stage set for bitter jesters
A kingdom woven in artifice,
With medals forged in the anvil of charade #NotMyKing
May 6, 2025 at 1:10 PM
In the twilight of gilded masquerades,
The throne, a stage set for bitter jesters
A kingdom woven in artifice,
With medals forged in the anvil of charade #NotMyKing
The throne, a stage set for bitter jesters
A kingdom woven in artifice,
With medals forged in the anvil of charade #NotMyKing
Pádraig Pearse, Thomas MacDonagh and Thomas J. Clarke were executed on this day in 1916 in the Stonebreaker's Yard of Kilmainham Gaol.
#EasterRising #Ireland32
#EasterRising #Ireland32
May 3, 2025 at 1:10 PM
Pádraig Pearse, Thomas MacDonagh and Thomas J. Clarke were executed on this day in 1916 in the Stonebreaker's Yard of Kilmainham Gaol.
#EasterRising #Ireland32
#EasterRising #Ireland32
The great Luke Kelly RIP
Luke Kelly - The Foggy Dew
YouTube video by machree01
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April 21, 2025 at 9:29 PM
The great Luke Kelly RIP
On Easter Monday, in the midst of the 1916 Easter Rising, a green flag with the words “Irish Republic” painted on it was raised aloft by Eamon Bulfin on the roof of the rebel headquarters of the G.P.O. in Dublin.
#EasterRising #Ireland32
#EasterRising #Ireland32
April 21, 2025 at 9:27 PM
On Easter Monday, in the midst of the 1916 Easter Rising, a green flag with the words “Irish Republic” painted on it was raised aloft by Eamon Bulfin on the roof of the rebel headquarters of the G.P.O. in Dublin.
#EasterRising #Ireland32
#EasterRising #Ireland32
In the cathedral's shadow, where the candles flicker,
I wander, draped in the tattered robes of doubt
The hymns of the faithful rise like incense, sweet and sickly,
Yet my heart, a wild beast, howls against the hallowed
I wander, draped in the tattered robes of doubt
The hymns of the faithful rise like incense, sweet and sickly,
Yet my heart, a wild beast, howls against the hallowed
April 20, 2025 at 2:07 PM
In the cathedral's shadow, where the candles flicker,
I wander, draped in the tattered robes of doubt
The hymns of the faithful rise like incense, sweet and sickly,
Yet my heart, a wild beast, howls against the hallowed
I wander, draped in the tattered robes of doubt
The hymns of the faithful rise like incense, sweet and sickly,
Yet my heart, a wild beast, howls against the hallowed
Cáisc Shona Daoibh go léir! Happy Easter to you all!
Sláinte! 🍻
Sláinte! 🍻
April 19, 2025 at 1:30 PM
Cáisc Shona Daoibh go léir! Happy Easter to you all!
Sláinte! 🍻
Sláinte! 🍻
Happy to be back in Ireland and looking forward to attending Éirí Amach na Cásca this weekend 🙂
April 16, 2025 at 3:05 PM
Happy to be back in Ireland and looking forward to attending Éirí Amach na Cásca this weekend 🙂
Upon the ash of once pure altars
God dies
God dies
April 13, 2025 at 8:40 PM
Upon the ash of once pure altars
God dies
God dies
Oh sun, you golden monarch of the ether,
Dissolve and drown in the violet sea
Your fervent rays, vicious and wither,
In twilight's embrace, I long to be 🌔
Dissolve and drown in the violet sea
Your fervent rays, vicious and wither,
In twilight's embrace, I long to be 🌔
April 9, 2025 at 2:45 PM
Oh sun, you golden monarch of the ether,
Dissolve and drown in the violet sea
Your fervent rays, vicious and wither,
In twilight's embrace, I long to be 🌔
Dissolve and drown in the violet sea
Your fervent rays, vicious and wither,
In twilight's embrace, I long to be 🌔
Well done Willie and Patrick Mullins - over the moon! 🥂🏆🏇
#grandnational2025
#grandnational2025
April 5, 2025 at 10:29 PM
Well done Willie and Patrick Mullins - over the moon! 🥂🏆🏇
#grandnational2025
#grandnational2025
Ey up, Trump, stuff your chlorinated chickens! #dontbuyamerican
April 3, 2025 at 4:42 PM
Ey up, Trump, stuff your chlorinated chickens! #dontbuyamerican
I love to choose my shadows
a tiny bit of light, I don't mind for I love the way
the light from the Sun comes into the house
like a visitor from another realm
welcomed for a bit, but not to overwhelm
like any discreet and thoughtful guest
to leave so as not to outstay
its welcome
a tiny bit of light, I don't mind for I love the way
the light from the Sun comes into the house
like a visitor from another realm
welcomed for a bit, but not to overwhelm
like any discreet and thoughtful guest
to leave so as not to outstay
its welcome
April 3, 2025 at 2:07 PM
I love to choose my shadows
a tiny bit of light, I don't mind for I love the way
the light from the Sun comes into the house
like a visitor from another realm
welcomed for a bit, but not to overwhelm
like any discreet and thoughtful guest
to leave so as not to outstay
its welcome
a tiny bit of light, I don't mind for I love the way
the light from the Sun comes into the house
like a visitor from another realm
welcomed for a bit, but not to overwhelm
like any discreet and thoughtful guest
to leave so as not to outstay
its welcome
I could murder a fucking Guinness! 🤪
April 2, 2025 at 5:17 PM
I could murder a fucking Guinness! 🤪
Part of a longer poem I am working on ..
I roam the meadows, hands upon the wood,
Enshrined in silence where the ancients stood
My crook, a compass, points to bygone days
And spectral bleats of long lost lambs
I roam the meadows, hands upon the wood,
Enshrined in silence where the ancients stood
My crook, a compass, points to bygone days
And spectral bleats of long lost lambs
March 30, 2025 at 2:16 AM
Part of a longer poem I am working on ..
I roam the meadows, hands upon the wood,
Enshrined in silence where the ancients stood
My crook, a compass, points to bygone days
And spectral bleats of long lost lambs
I roam the meadows, hands upon the wood,
Enshrined in silence where the ancients stood
My crook, a compass, points to bygone days
And spectral bleats of long lost lambs