it was the best of times, it was the worst of times
my talent is coming off warm and inviting and open but still remaining a fairly closed off person
Yea
I don’t even know how to fucking describe the raw power and energy I felt from this god damn video it’s like someone grabbed me by my fuckin brain and launched it into the astroid belt where every part of my being begins to be torn apart and put back together again only to be floating in a never ending space cloud of dreams before I came back to my god forsaken human body
I wanna be that person who just radiates nice energy like, I wanna be that person who you’ve never spoken to before but you think of me as a friend already. I wanna be that person you feel that you can come to for advice whenever, or someone who makes you feel better by just talking to you. I’m gonna try really hard to be that person.
me, uncovering a shallow grave of moss and driftwood: hey hozier what’s the mood for pride
hozier, blinking up at the light, awakened from his slumber: the ghost of the lesbian that possessed me when I wrote work song asks that the parades be bathed in light so beautiful it is hitherto unknown outside of the golden hours, that her children be protected, that everyone has a place in the shade to rest with the fawns and magpies, and that cops are drowned.
me, tucking him back in until it’s a new moon: thanks bud
