What am I even doing man
the next album has not been released because the gods know that if it was we would be unstoppable. They fear us. They're upturning inkpots cause they know what we'll become.
Nothing will make me laugh harder than Hozier spending an entire verse of First Time being like "my life was saved by the beauty of a bouquet of flowers, do you think flowers realize they're dying once they've been cut? How cruel we are to end the life of something that spent its entire being striving for the simple joy of feeling the sun. Isn't it crazy how they give it their all, trying desperately to be alive and to, if not stave off death, then to go out with beauty and knowing you have nothing left" and then finishing the verse by going "anyways" as if he just said that to you like, in line at the grocery store
drawing i did like a month ago while in storm :>
i love them so much
let's get this straight: he isn't
OH MYG DO IM EATIGN THIS
If Epic the Musical was an anime
nothing feels better than finding the word that fits perfectly for what you're trying to describe
writing really is just googling synonyms. that's it. just a constant carousel of "I used this word two paragraphs ago, what is another word for this word"
This sucks so bad I need to [remembers that suicide jokes only worsen my mental health and make those around me uncomfortable] run until I begin to understand what holy men really mean when they speak of sand and sons and seams and symphonies and sweat and sex and sin