Current Motivation To Study And Get A Job Is To Avoid Getting Married And Breaking Mom Out Of Her Marriage.

I sometimes wonder if my mom would’ve had a better life had she ended up with a different man,I know that would cease my existence,but I hope she knows that I would give up every fickle of my existence to make sure she has the life she deserved.

laid up in bed googling normal things like have i ruined my life. is it too late

Skies that make the bards cry

me, all the time: i could just die and not have to do this

- 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.

लग जा गले कि फिर ये हसीं रात हो न हो

शायद फिर इस जनम में मुलाक़ात हो न हो....

पास आइए कि हम नहीं आएँगे बार-बार

बाँहें गले में डाल के हम रो लें ज़ार-ज़ार...

लग जा गले कि फिर ये हसीं रात हो न हो

शायद फिर इस जनम में मुलाक़ात हो न हो...

फिर आपके नसीब में ये बात हो न हो

शायद फिर इस जनम में मुलाक़ात हो न हो....

When death gently knocks at my door, I want this song to play softly in the background. In that moment, So I know it my time...

I stab it

It bleeds

The filthy little creature

Sorry for it's sins

No mercy

There never will be

Warming up the earth

Blood soaking through her layers

Some muffled weeping

A scream and anguish

Makes the perfect lullaby

I close my eyes

Its gone for good

As though it had never walked the earth

As it should have been.

And this is the truth of our country and I will feel guilty of Being Indian if she will not get Justice.