A predador who will devour even anger.

[angels-twice-descending]

i can't believe francesca by hozier is a real song. it feels like a religious experience, like the second coming of christ, like first love and first heartbreak, like touching the earth with the sun on your back, like wine-stained lips, and passion greater than life itself

[a-frog-in-a-bog]

[blue--folder]

Our Wish for the End, Me, Digital Collage, 2020

[sisterofthewolves]

Picture by Wim Berlijn

[poisonedsequin]

jonathan simkhai fall 2019 rtw

[lgbt-ee]

1995, issue #1 of Serbian lesbian magazine Labris

[twistcmyk]

friends

[stuckinapril]

obsessed with whatever distracts me from the horrors of being alive

[daydreaming-in-letters]

[jehanthefairy]

whatever i'm feeling franz kafka already described a hundred years ago

[foxofninetales]

Thinking today about how as someone with major texture issues around most fruits and vegetables, it would have helped so much if someone had come to me years ago and said

Hey:

Make it tiny

Mix it with something Good Texture that you like

"Eat healthy!" they say, and then they show you pictures of a smiling woman digging a fork into half a butternut squash or eyeing a bowl of whole blueberries like a ravening wolf and your spine wants to crawl out through your skull at the thought of that Texture in your mouth.

But you know what I can do? Cut zucchini into paper-thin slices and cook it with noodles and marinara. Chop that spinach fine and scramble it with eggs and cheese. If I'm having a day where the thought of a grape popping in my mouth makes me nauseous, I can cut it in half. My chinese takeout gets diced into tiny pieces and mixed into the rice. It doesn't work with everything - seeds are still a Major Problem - but the number of fruits and veg and even world cuisines that I can eat has expanded SO MUCH since I discovered this. YMMV, but it's such a stupidly simple thing to do, and nobody ever told me.

[harestigm-deactivated20240925]

Hoziers songs scream of freedom and both his songs, their creator, and what they mean are so complex. Not complex in the sense that it's hard to understand, but complex in the sense that it kind of grabs your hand and takes you on a journey. Transports you to a place of understanding that isn't quite describable no matter how badly you want to tell someone about it.

Sorry I know I've talked about him and his creations a lot but it's just like, damn.

[ofallingstar]

Tess of the D'Urbervilles (2008)

[metamorphesque]

Hammond B3 Organ Cistern by Gabrielle Calvocoressi

[simulationswarm]

literally this

[somequicknewmusic]

But when I, I’d let go my struggling form, my willing soul.

[theartofangirling]

Hozier didn't write lyrics like "when the bodies starvin' at the border are on TV givin' people the sack" and "skinning the children for a war drum" and "it's always corporate infrastructure over the structure of your face" and "but the jackboot only jumps down on people standing up, so you know good things are happening when the jackboot needs to jump" and "the gateway to the world…had never belonged to men" and "don't mention the rent or the money that's spent keeping the banks in good health" and the entire song nina cried power

for you to just call him the horny bog man