- Cherry Wine Is About Domestic Abuse. Its Now Called A Cute Proposal Song.

- 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.

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My absolute favorite official Cyberpunk 2077 art from CDPR is this piece by Łukasz Poller

Not just for the old school Edward Hopper style and Syd Mead vibes that's used, but just because there's something very simple and easy about it. I feel like the plot moves so fast that it never seems like V can catch a break within the story. But in this piece, they're just chilling, shooting the shit, like it's a lazy day in. The air looks still, the conversation seems lazy. V's not even dressed.

I can't even explain it. Guess there's just something comforting about the world as you know it crumbling around you and still being able to find a moment to breathe during it.

this specific frame of jack black from the minecraft movie trailer looks like he just realized he threw his best friend under the bus because of a cheeky political joke just so he could keep getting booked for shitty kids movies for the rest of his life

chat is this too gay?

How can I work when I can still feel the pressure from your hand on my thigh? 

My mind following only the traces your ghost traces upon my skin. 

They say time makes the heart grow fonder, but I haven't left that park bench.

I'm still there with the roses, drowning in the oceans of your eyes.

Coding is near impossible when all I can write is poetry for you. 

( This post is about a lesbian programmer in love )