What I love about hozier's music is that, to me, a lot of his songs aren't instant hits - instead, they grow on me. And they grow HARD. Often it will take me multiple replays to truly get a song and for things to just click, especially when it comes to the lyrics. I'll be listening to a song I had thought sounded alright but that I hadn't been vibing with completely for the 11th time, and suddendly a specific lyric will sink in and make so much fucking sense, and I will feel that in my soul -- me actively falling in love with it.
"Shrike" was one of those songs for me. I just couldn't really get why so many fans were so attached to that song specifically at first. Or at the first ten times I listened to it. But then at some point, I just became utterly obsessed. And now it's one of my favorites and makes me so emotional? It's crazy.
Are all hozier songs enchanted? Is he casting a spell on me with every listen? Absolutely magical.
im proud of everyone here for speaking up about the rg kar hospital rape case, for being brave today and everyone who has been talking about the palestine genocide, the bangladesh quota reform riots. never stop being brave. we need the fire. the revolution.
idgaf about career development im using the rest of my 20s to build my lore
thinking about libraries genuinely makes me want to cry. like that is the pinnacle of humanity right there. we love learning things for their own sake, and we want you to learn it too, in a quiet little place so you can build your own world. the only thing missing is a soup kitchen
my toxic trait is simply not doing things if i don't want to do them
लग जा गले कि फिर ये हसीं रात हो न हो
शायद फिर इस जनम में मुलाक़ात हो न हो....
पास आइए कि हम नहीं आएँगे बार-बार
बाँहें गले में डाल के हम रो लें ज़ार-ज़ार...
लग जा गले कि फिर ये हसीं रात हो न हो
शायद फिर इस जनम में मुलाक़ात हो न हो...
फिर आपके नसीब में ये बात हो न हो
शायद फिर इस जनम में मुलाक़ात हो न हो....
When death gently knocks at my door, I want this song to play softly in the background. In that moment, So I know it my time...
I stab it
It bleeds
The filthy little creature
Sorry for it's sins
No mercy
There never will be
Warming up the earth
Blood soaking through her layers
Some muffled weeping
A scream and anguish
Makes the perfect lullaby
I close my eyes
Its gone for good
As though it had never walked the earth
As it should have been.
the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.
I love that in most shows the father figure is a random middle aged dude and then in Dead Boy Detectives it’s a goth lesbian butcher