Thomas The Skater

sometimes in end in a rainbow

Dad. Dublin. 2005.

springtime is time to grow

I am afraid of always and forever. I am baffled by never again. Every promise is a delusion. Every break-up is a little death.

A day in Bristol

sometimes I look through the window to see if you're standing there

When grey turns into blue. Switch your lights on Dublin. It's Friday night!

Hanging out. Belfast.

American Museum of Natural History. The butterfly conservatory. 

NYC. March 2013. 

something wicked this way comes