I Swear I Meant This To Be A Writing Blog Where I Distract Myself From My Obligations But I Keep Thinking

My characters Will Not Stop Moving. It is something of a problem. How do you describe flailing gracefully out of a chair?? Seriously ask, me since I’ve done it several times

"actions speak louder than words" unless you’re a writer, in which case you’ll spend 300 pages describing a character’s inner turmoil while they stand perfectly still in a room.

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twenty four years of age, nearly twenty five.

a writer of poetry, fiction, essays, philosophy, music, art analysis, and otherwise unrelated articles.

someone who identifies as a witch. I read tarot, study magic, and hold rituals.

skeptical as fuck.

a bit of a pretentious snob.

ideologically punk, and involved with my community.

a supporter of body mods.

unabashedly queer. Nonbinary and a lover of women.

passionate beyond words. Everything I do is with my whole soul. I care about everything all of the time.

contradictory. For every rule there’s an exception. It keeps you on your toes.

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I don’t know what’s going on with Aiden and Clara but I hate every second of it.

It’s mornings like this I wish I was a smoker.

Alas, another plot of indulgence spoiled by shit lungs.

Ready, Set, Go…

What’s your favorite Hozier song? Why? No, you can’t say all of them. And don’t choose something stupid like cherry wine (there’s nothing wrong with cherry wine. Obviously. But gods man, have an actual opinion).

You are, however, perfectly welcome to list a handful in no particular order. Here, I’ll start,

Wildflower and Barley ft. Allison Russell

“(I feel as) useful as dirt, put my body to work.”

If this song does not fill you with the incredible longing to fall in love with life, and love, and dirt, you are listening to music wrong. I am sorry, you are beyond redemption.

To Noise Making (Sing)

“Your head tilt back, your funny mouth to the clouds. I couldn’t hope to know that song and all it’s words wouldn’t claim to feel the same it felt the first time it was heard.”

“Was it that or just the act of making noise that brought you joy?”

Enjoy the moment because it will not last, but rejoice in the knowledge that more are coming, as similarly meaningful and unique and impossible to duplicate to the one you are currently living!

Make music. Make bad music. Make music for the sake of exaltation. Make art because if you don’t then what is the point in living! Make art because one of the first things a child learns is to take marker to a wall, or pudding to a carpet. Make art because it is an expression of self. Make art because it is proof of life. Live.

Too Sweet

“Don’t you just want to wake up, dark as a lake? Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?”

Get drunk with your friends and skinny dip off a pier. Ignore the rules, what are they for anyway? Find meaning in how you see it. Confront the wild beast in the woods and let it merry meet the one in you.

Those church bells in the background- Are they ringing in a wedding, or a funeral? A simple Sunday Service, or acknowledging the hour? Life goes on, always. It’s the one continuity. It never stops. So what are you doing with it?

Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue)

“A cure I know that soothes the soul, does so impossibly. A moment’s silence when my baby puts the mouth on me.”

“When the meaning’s gone, there is clarity, and the reason comes on the common tongue of your loving me. And it’s easy done, our little remedy…”

Hot.

What, I can’t like music with an…oral focus? Too low brow? The beat and flow of the music takes you on a sensual journey as much as the lyrics.

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier, Fiachra Kinder, and Rory Doyle

“Jarring of judgement and reasons defeat, the sweet heat of her breath in my mouth, I’m alive.”

“With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean…”

“With her straw blonde hair, her arms hard and lean, she’s the angle of death and the codeine scene.”

I’m gay. Extraordinarily queer. Do I need to elaborate? This sound sounds like a death march. It sounds like the echo in your ears as you dance yourself to death. Years passing away in the span of a single dance and you don’t care, as long as she is your partner. You can’t manage to rip your eyes off her to save your life. You won’t.

Almost (Sweet Music)

“I’m almost me again…she’s almost you.”

It was Almost Sweet Music. We were Almost something. I’m Almost able to be normal about this song. Seperated by a pair of parenthesis, kept apart and yet part of the whole.

Foreigner’s God

“Her eyes look sharp and steady into the empty parts of me. But still my heart is heavy with the hate of some other man’s beliefs.”

“I’ve no language left to say it, but all I do is quake to her. Break it if I try to convey it, the broken love I make to her.”

If you, somehow, have missed the message that Hozier’s music is incredibly political- If you have ignored Nobody’s Soldier, Eat Your Young, and oh, I don’t know, just about 70% of his discography… What do you think this song is about?

It’s also just a really fucking good song.

Yeah

they are so butch4femme coded. this is girls kissing. this is wlw this is my tragic yuri

I’m not trying to be an ad on main, but Oh My God

If you’ve ever thought about getting Loops earplugs, but figured “how much could they really help?”

The terrible hell that is living in city traffic? Suddenly it’s not bad to stand next to the street.

The 4 kids next door in the 3 bedroom apartment? I can only hear screaming if more than 3 chime in.

I can still listen to music and engage in conversation with them. Only downside is I’m very aware of the sound of my own breathing, voice, and my tinnitus.

No. We did. We do. You need to understand that we deserve good art. We deserve media that is both incredible at teaching the broad public very complicated philosophical theory, as well as be funny as shit. We don’t just deserve it, we need it.

Many people quit learning anything new after High School or College, if they attend. They have been traumatized by the education system so severely that they have a panic attack if they need to learn a new program for a job. People refuse to learn things because they seem hard, or because it sounds like something someone Smart would know.

Learning doesn’t need to be scary. Shows like this can do more to undo some of that fear of learning. Shows like this prove that people ARE interested in philosophy! People want to be good to each other! People can follow dense lecture and lore, as long as you contextualize it with something they’re already familiar with.

We can change things. Please, believe me. It doesn’t need to be like this.

Tldr; the Good Place is Sesame Street for adults, we DO deserve it, and we need to stop expecting television that has the same quality as Adult CocoMelon.

we really didn't deserve The Good Place. a bizarrely high-budget sitcom telling a longform, highly conceptual story that you need to have been watching from episode one, which was allowed to play out at its own pace and wrap things up when it intended to, and it didn't even lose steam over its four seasons. that's practically proof of the existence of a loving god

You ever see a woman you hate bossing people around in a black leather jacket and just think:

Maybe this changes things.

The texts I send my friends at 2am.

Franz Kafka, 1912