I really like the word “smitten”. because at first glance you just think of sappy lovey-dovey stuff but also you have to remember this is a word that’s born of the word “smite.” a devastating word. a word that, summarized, means stricken. smitten means stricken as well — struck with devastating affection.
It doesn’t matter that you’ve got that stupid accent, or that your bits are different to my bits, but because being a Derry Girl, well, it’s a fucking state of mind!
“Record-breaking turnout, an overwhelming majority - the people of Northern Ireland have spoken. The country has just taken its first step into the future.”
god. it’s just. it’s dreams by the cranberries. it’s the montage of them all voting yes. it’s orla’s little smiley face in the box. it’s the live footage of the troubles. it’s erin’s speech. it’s the way that the last shot is of grandpa joe and anna jumping together out of the voting hall. it’s the sheer symbolism of youth and age being joyful and hopeful together. god.
It doesn’t matter that you’ve got that stupid accent, or that your bits are different to my bits, but because being a Derry Girl, well, it’s a fucking state of mind. And you’re one of us.
People died. Innocent people died Granda. And they were someone’s mother, father, daughter, son. Nothing can ever make that ok. And the people who took those lives, they’re just gonna walk free.