When Hozier Said “and The Nights Were As Dark As My Baby Half As Beautiful Too” And No Grave Can

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵…

"Love doesn't conquer everything. And whoever thinks it does is a fool."

I've grown kinda resentful of the trope " love can't fix everything" not because it's untrue; to its core, it's not. It just feels...Redundant? Because we KNOW that; We know people need realism and acceptance of bad things in order to deal with said bad things, but love has never been about hiding from consequence or effort. Love, in it's truest, rawest form, is MOTIVATION. It's love that keeps us standing and love that pushes forward. Love that breaks and rebuilds. Love that keeps us surviving.

Love has never been about fixing; Love is healing.

going insane over this song

simran, full of emptiness

i almost wish shakespeare WASNT fucking popular i mean can u imagine encountering the iconique™ quotes for the first time without having them dulled by constant pop culture repetition and out-of-context attribution… can u imagine watching romeo and juliet and knowing bc of the prologue that it’s all gonna go to shit but not knowing HOW, can u imagine reading “these violent delights have violent ends, which, as they kiss, consume” for the first time and going BERSERK and how about “we are such stuff as dreams are made on” or “tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifying nothing” can u imagine reading “i am one who loved not wisely but too well” without ever having encountered it before can u CONCEIVE of not knowing the to be or not to be speech and then seeing it come from the mouth of an anguished suicidal young person driven out of his mind by grief and rage. ALSO IMAGINE UNEXPECTEDLY READING “EXIT PURSUED BY A BEAR.” LIKE EVEN IN CONTEXT ITS SO ???? but sometimes i think of how people would have encountered this stuff back before it got lauded by so many bad people idk it just. is truly just WRITING and i often wish it didnt have the social role it has so people could treat it as text that isnt on a pedestal and just Encounter these plays as the old, unfaded, unfolding stories they are. because my god its GOOD and it’s MOVING and it’s RAW. “there’s a special providence in the fall of a sparrow” “self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting” “i live with bread, like you: feel want, taste grief, need friends…” my Mind is Bleeding out my Ears

something in me simply can't let me use this blog as freely as i used to do with twitter. maybe it's the fact that there was at least one person who seemed to be interested in what i had to say but i'm going to try and just have this blog to myself. and i feel like this would have some merits, to express your thoughts without anyone you know seeing it. i could even talk here about me still questioning my sexuality and i'm still so afraid to say to any of my friends even a word of it

one little problem is that i still have one exam left that i seriously need to study for but i'm already dreaming of that free time i'm going to have after it. i want to read so many books, i hope to do it soon

i guess i kinda want to get back to tumblr and actually use this blog,, all of the other media just don't seem as comfortable nowadays

"I am fond of lovers but I cannot love, I am too far away, am banished,"

—Franz Kafka, from a diary entry wr. c. January 1917 featured in "Diaries"

beloved is such a good endearment. it’s like so intensely loving, so tender, so succinct & to-the-point. beloved! one who is much loved (by me!)

One to use for breathing today.

open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see.