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Take me to church talking about being disenchanted by organized religion and instead finding worship in your lover and finding commune through esoteric rituals comprised of the very things considered unholy in the religion whose doctrines you were poisoned by on incident of birth.... Hozier really did That
Okay which one of you is going to write the Ineffable Husbands college professor AU with the extremely sweet and over-sharing professor fawning over their spouse and the standoff-ish secretive professor who reveals absolutely nothing about their private life who turned out to be married?
Victoria Schwab calling the cold opening of Hard Times a Love Story and Neil Gaiman's response.
Good Omens be like: what if 😳 we met after the original sin was committed 😓 and you were the serpent 😈 who tempted eve and I the angel 👼 on tree of knowledge guard duty 🍎🍏 and we were on opposite side of divinity 🤯 but got to know each other 🥺 over the course of 6000 years 😊 when you saved me multiple times 😍 and we went on multiple dates 😘 and fell in love 🥰 but never kissed 😔😳✋
HOW do I explain the appeal of In a Week; to lay in a meadow, hand in hand with your lover, sharing a love that even death cannot do ‘part, to have the silent bustle of the forest consume your erstwhile senses the same as both your bodies are consumed by the land and its resident folk. That your love, in death, remains eternal, and that your bodies are given over to that most sacred tradition of being one with earth, nourishing it, becoming it, the lay of the land now. The quiet so persistent and the thicket so dense that it doesn't matter if anyone ever finds you, because here, in death, you are loved, know peace, and nurture new life, new growth.
Nothing fucks with my baby.
Just finished listening to Hozier's entire 'Wastleland, Baby!' which means it's time to move to a dark forest, find a waterhole therein and transform into a tree near it, let my body become the trunk and have my hair turn into the water, leaves and wind.
I couldn't chose a favorite song from Wasteland, Baby! until I heard hozier sing the title track on the album release party yt live and now I can't stop crying
