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Farewell online privacy
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Ladies, gents, non-binary peeps, if ya’ll out it public and someone following you or some shit and you scared, I will literally pretend to be your friend for hours if need be. If you feel unsafe, I’m here, and hey, we’ll probably become friends after somethin like that anyway. 
Fuck yeah to all my people that’d also help someone in a bad situation.
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Listening to Hozier at dawn in the woods after it’s just rained hits differently.
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Me: What is love?
Hozier: Love is the breath of them, love is their hands that dance and their eyes aflame, it is hot and burning and sweet and cool, it is waiting and patience and you are worthy of it.
Me: -Choking- NiC e
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Me: Can I not just sink into a bog with nothing but my guitar and my lover
Hozier, from the tree: The spirits of the woods aid you in your quest, be at peace with the breath of the mother and live with her love.
Me: -sobbing- ThAnks MaN
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Me: I am depressed
Hozier: Idk man why don’t you try laying in the cold dark earth and wait for your lover's call.
Me: You know what? Yeah, that’ll do.
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Me: Fuck, I’m sad.
Literally any Hozier song: :)
Me: :)
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Any Hozier song S L A P S
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“P-please, what do you want from me?!”
Me: -biting into a popsicle while staring at u with the intensity of six billion burning suns- Death.
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If I had a penny for every time humanity made me angry, I’d be a fucking billionaire. 
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Is it just me or do other people also have the intense urge to collapse on the floor and scream into the Earth.
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I’m bored
So I’m doing this. 
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I’m so fucking touch starved it’s unbileveable.
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Made two posts in a row? Oh now I gotta make three because I’m an dumbass and am emotionally distressed.
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Frickity Frock 
I’ve got writers block.
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Coming up with a plot
Coming up with a plot = sobbing on my bedroom floor for five hours
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I came on the internet for a good time and honestly, now I’m just feeling depressed, oppressed and very distressed.
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