There's Two Types People:

there's two types people:

those who absolutely love hozier in a way only his songs can explain or

those who are like "oh the guy who sang that gay church song"

i wish i could get in a room of the first type of people and scream "no grave can hold my body down, I'd crawl home to her" at the top of my lungs

Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"

made a sketch of felix for my best friend and she loves it 🤧🤧

ive been practising colour pencil sketches for a while now and i think this is one of my favorites:

a silly dream about a silly crush

As i lay by your side,

My heart beat goes for a ride.

My fingertips,

On your soft lips.

Your wide eyed gaze,

And my mind in a daze.

But suddenly, your eyes were sunken,

And body limp

As my eyes fluttered open,

To the sky's gray tint.

Why do I feel so close to you in a matter of months?

How is it that I wish to spend every waking minute with you, and when I go to sleep, wish to dream about you?

How have you consumed my whole soul and being since the moment you entered my life?

Why is my whole existence clinging on to your very being?

Why do I continue to burn for you when I know you’re freezing cold?

Now I listen to songs and think about you,

Knowing you don't do the same.

enough.

im never enough.

to my mom

to my dad

to my teachers

to my friends

how can i be enough?