He's So Beautiful It's Not Even Funny

he's so beautiful it's not even funny

i wish my phone wasnt fried so i could write krbk to this

i swore id be good id be better id never be measured by the mark someone else left on my spine

but you came to me & wrapped me up & bit my lip & always laughed the loudest & danced to all my music & poured a sunlight in me so wide i never felt the ripping

& got stuck in the shadow behind my ear & got stuck in my eyelashes & got stuck in my stockings & got stuck in

he says "give me your hand" but i look down & there's you & i look down & there's us & i look down & i say

i can't it's full im not big enough

omigod stfu this made me cry

Accepting Yourself

The fear that you feel when facing villains. The powerless that you feel when you were feared. The quirk which you feel that is not flashy.

They are part of you and none of them are wrong. Pls love yourself more my boi.

rawest fucking hozier lyrics in no particular order:

i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight

heat of her breath in my mouth; im alive

i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword

and when the earth is trembling on some new beginning with the same sweet shock of when adam first came

every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside

the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen

if I was born as a blackthorn tree i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies

some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do

before the wave hits, marveling at god; before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea

betray the moon as acolyte on first and fierce affirming sight

i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me, I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me

screaming the name of a foreigner’s god; the purest expression of grief

sweet and right and merciful, i’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing

but you don’t know the hell you put me through; to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you

so i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you

my head was war, my skin was soaked, I called your name ‘til the fever broke

be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking

remember me, love, when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

kick me whos siked for season 4

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