Some Part Of Me Must Have Died Each Time That Hozier Called Someone Baby

i was so confused when lucy gray actually ran from snow and for a split second i was hoping she'd come back even tho i knew how terrible of a person he was and it just made me realise how brainwashed we are and used to girls in romance books/movies always ignoring all the red flags and almost willingly getting manipulated. and i know i'd be real mad if she didn't run— i'd be disappointed but (unfortunately) not surprised and yet for a split second i got mad and disappointed when she did run too. i guess what i'm trying to say is we really should normalise RUNNING and quite literally disappearing in the woods when a man is being sus no matter how hot he is. in this essay i will—

do it for the morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs

am i a person or am i just a bunch of quotes from the secret history glued together?

do you ever think about how Richard talked about Camilla and the only thing that comes to your mind afterwards is that sound from tiktok that goes like "you're beautiful" "thank you. but what else?" "what else?" BECAUSE I DO. I FUCKING DO THATS LITERALLY THE ONLY THING HE EVER SAID ABOUT HER AND THEN HE ASKS HER TO MARRY HIM??? BE SO FR RN— AND HE SAYS HE FEELS LIKE ORPHEUS SAYING GOODBYE TO HER FIR THE VERY LAST TIME— LIKE DONT YOU EVEN DARE TO DO MY MAN ORPHEUS DIRTY LIKE THAT YOU NEVER LOVED HER IM SO CRAZY ABOUT THAT AND WHY LIKE WHY AND HOW HAVE WE ALL FORGOTTEN ABOUT WHEN HE LITERALLY SAID HE WANTS TO RAPE HER OR WHEN HE SAID HE LIKES TO SEE HER SUFFER SEVERAL TIMES LIKE— OMG IM LITERALLY GOING CRAZY LIKE WHY IS NOONE TALKING ABOUT HIM LIKE, HE REALLY IS JUST A MAN IN THIS ESSAY I WILL—

i love reading all those st5 theories knowing damn well how wrong and delulu we all were before st4 but oh well. i guess im gonna be delulu again and noone can stop me

I love the smiths but how could a man ever know how joan of arc felt

"listening to music in your target language is the best way to learn it" they said "it'll be fun" they said but now i'm listening to smells like teen spirit in classical latin with weird instrumentals in the background.

howling outside hozier's door atm

when virginia woolf said "who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?" i felt it in the deepest corners of my soul i didn't even know existed.

i'd like to clarify that when i call a man a simp it is the biggest compliment i could ever give anyone. i genuinely believe that each and every man that isn't a simp yet should reconsider his life choices.