Just eat the fruit

buying books & reading books..two different hobbies.

I hate when an artist gets exposed for being a bad person and people start the narrative “why would you even want to listen to their shitty music” when are we going to be freed from the idea that only good people create good art and bad people create bad art. It just makes it harder for these types of people to be exposed because now you got people thinking “how is this possible, his music is so good!”

What do you MEAN I can’t experience a book again for the first time???

now at an age where i just wanna MAKE shit. bread. candles. baskets. birdhouses. the world isn't my oyster, it's my deluxe lego set.

I recently went on a dive into what fanfic I could find on Ao3 about Narnia after a discussion of the problem of Susan with a friend. Like, I've done this before, and I'll probably do it again, and it's going to continue to make me want to dig CS Lewis up and punch his corpse.

Child me identified with Lucy, the true believer, the one who always trust Aslan, and identified hard. Then I grew up and that unstinting trust just fell apart in the face of reality, of lived experience.

And this is Susan. Susan who is told she can't come back to Narnia, so she moves on and grows up. It probably rips her apart inside as she does, given what she's lost, but she knows she can't rely on Aslan's kindness anymore, so she doesn't.

And the person I am now identifies with Susan in a way that I couldn't with Lucy.

The lure of Narnia still calls to me sometimes, that sense that I'm meant for another world, another place and time. That sense that was instilled by the church and nurtured with promises that I was destined for something special, if only I obeyed.

But I live here. I live now. I can't live in the maybes and the possibility of stepping into some grand destiny and still do what good I can in the time I've been given. Susan couldn't either, and that lack of blind worship is perhaps what casts her out when the others, who refused to move on, were returned to Narnia permanently.

he's very excited about his first night as a jack o lantern

my boy

I love how its getting closer to that time of year again and ppl starting to reblog my boy again

musk finally killing the only thing that’s keeping his zombie site afloat… incredible

@staff you have the opportunity for the world's biggest comeback now

Blessed trinity together at last

profoundly unprepared for this kinda emotional warfare

all human emotions can be found either in the mamma mia soundtrack or the hozier album

There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

the thing about Hozier is that he's gonna use mythology, literature and folklore to be horny and to make his songs political every time and i'm gonna eat it up every time

there's something about the way "francesca" represents lust yet is a song declares everlasting love and utmost devotion that stands the trial of time; the way "butchered tongue" represents violence but sounds so careful and fragile, and "unknown/nth" is his most defeated song dedicating to love...i do think unreal unearth is his best album yet, and most private one at that. like there are parts i'm not sure i'm supposed to listen to. self titled sounds so hopeful to wasteland, baby! feels like a promise to this. raucous, forlorn sound of hurt....to end it with first light...that all things end but we'll still have tomorrow and new light to look forward to...even if we've just been through hell...do you get it. do you feel me.

the way the simple line "the memory hurts, but does me no harm" can encompass all of your complicated feelings towards your past

severely unwell. thanks mr hozier