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- cherry wine is about domestic abuse. it’s now called a cute proposal song.
- too sweet is about seizing the day and ignoring healthy habits in favor of having more fun with unhealthy ones. he’s actively critical of himself in the song. it’s now called a song about thinking you’re superior for drinking black coffee.
- take me to church is about worship as a metaphor for sex. it’s called a religious song.
- eat your young is a song about war and political greed. it’s called a song about sex.
- now, the strongly political message of nobody’s soldier is being ignored in favor of calling it a metaphor for hozier’s relationship with his fans.
when are we going to stop simplifying hozier’s music down to cute little cottagecore bogman forest music? maybe you dont want to hear this but i don’t care. quit listening to hozier for the aesthetic. there’s a reason why empire now, foreigner’s god, butchered tongue, etc. songs with unignorable political messages are among his least popular songs.
i walked 15km a couple days ago over 5:40hrs through a national park, i feel sore but so good. i wouldn’t have been able to do this a year ago. ha! take that cfs and pots 🤭
i’m so happy :) (and tired lol)
this was easily my favourite place we’ve visited since leaving home 2.5 months ago
It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.
more stuff about becoming a god being inherently dehumanizing pls
we are with your friends in the audience of the artist that was the soundtrack to your life as i was falling in love with you and i have never seen you look as beautiful as you do in this moment, so unselfconscious and feeling the music so deeply.
From Backwater Sermons by Jay Hulme
they need to invent a way out that isn't through
(other than being a very ordinary tuesday morning in july) today feels like a new beginning, as if its new years, or the first day of something new.
Water lilies gently floating as the golden sky is reflected on the water.
what if I wasn’t tired all the time imagine the possibilities
i want to escape. what if my trip doesn't fix me? what if the unthinkable is the only silence to this unearthly noise....
there are times, when i look at you, a heart full of love, eyes sparkling with joy. and i don’t want the world to see our love, it is undeserving. this world is so full of hate and suffering. when the fear creeps up on me i think; this world is going to take you from me.
but the world doesn’t need to know. you know that i love you, that’s more than i could ask for <3
i wish i was brave like you and i wish i could be out like you are so proudly…. but i’m still the girl who walked stiffly through a pride festival, feeling as though i’m still not supposed to be there. the girl who won’t call you girlfriend. the girl who lets your hand go at the slightest glance from someone, fearful of getting my heart hurt by strangers. the girl who won’t just kiss you under a mini eiffel with an excuse like “i’m just not that out yet…”
But back in this city i am left feeling small. once this would have been comfortable, the chameleon daydream was something I so longed for.
here in a city i once would have died to move to, i want nothing more than to be packing up doddi in a town with no service, no power and shitty weather.
something changed. i met a girl who saw me, and maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing. maybe, just maybe, i wanted to be seen.
you see me. you actually see me, and not just some version of me that you want me to be.
suddenly the chameleon city is the furthest thing from what i want.
so i smile, breathe in, breathe out, and just listen. i hear the chatter of my found family,
…and the chameleon city shrinks.
i know i sure dont make things easy, and i’m not sure how else to say it… so thank you. thank you for loving me.
mid-year reflection; i’m 18, turning 19 in 6 months. i burnt myself out (and subsequently failed my first uni course) but i got accepted to my dream university for 2025. i kissed my girlfriend last week. i left my hometown a month ago (and i moved out 6 months before that).
i’m now more than 1500km from my hometown, but home is now my girlfriends little green van. our mornings begin with tea and our evenings frequently consist of eating pasta straight out of the pot. the betwixt is spent at waterfalls or mountains or beaches.
and how i might be broke but oh boy i’m rich.
i had a thought yesterday, something soft and sweet that you had said. but we were busy, entangled and falling asleep fast— the daydreams are no longer about tomorrow but of a future, a home, children’s laughter.
but right now i just want to be here, entangled talking about what tv show we will watch next and where we will go tomorrow; she-ra, and that waterfall we saw on the drive in.
2024
LEARN TO LEAN ON OTHERS
ASSUME THE BEST ALWAYS
LOOK STRANGERS IN THE EYE
PUT ON YOUR OWN OXYGEN MASK FIRST
DO IT SCARED AND SOBER
LEARN THE WORD, THEN LIVE IT
SHARE IN THE JOY OF CREATION
APPRECIATE THE PRESENCE OF GRIEF
DO NOT LET THE GUILT CONSUME YOU
WRITE EVERYTHING DOWN
BE IN YOUR BONES
THIS IS NOT YOUR GRAVE
stomach knots. swirling. my chest burns, lump in my throat pulses hot. i hate seeing the hope flicker in your eyes, dull lights fading. i hear your mother telling you to persevere and the strain that reflects in your face. i wish i knew how i could help you.
it took me accepting myself as trans for me to fully accept God, and it took me seeking a relationship with God to accept that i was trans. it was a cycle of realising that God's love really is unconditional and not "unconditional if you do it this way".
God seeks a relationship with all of us, no matter who we are. there isn't some checklist to earn His love, He just gives it freely. the whole point of following Jesus is just learning how to return that love to Him, yourself, and others. therefore, my faith is an exercise in humanity.
happy pride month to religious queer people, who feel like they’re contradictions, or told that they’re contradictions, but stay true to these important parts of themselves anyway. happy pride to the queer religious people who have to explain their identities, and who have to defend their faith or their queerness in either circle.
i love you, i am one of you, thank you for being in this community with me.