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oscarisaacasimov · 25 days
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Ideas maturing from debut album to Unheard
In Work Song, "no grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her." Addiction, imprisonment, crimes, death itself are no obstacle to love.
10 years later, Too Sweet acknowledges that more mundane obstacles like career, sleep schedule, and lifestyle/personality differences, can break two people apart.
In A Week is a gentle duet, full of nature descriptions, coming to the conclusion that it would be peaceful & romantic to lay down and die together.
10 years later, Wildflower & Barley is a gentle duet, full of nature descriptions, and the awareness that death is all around. But this time, the singers wish to be like the dirt, not to decompose but to work towards growing something new
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averyroundtoad · 2 months
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Must I have a career? Is it not enough to scroll Pinterest while listening to Hozier?
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cryingbard · 7 months
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Let's make this a Hozier profile let's go
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asfdhgsdkjhgb · 2 years
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a very specific feeling ive had quite a lot recently
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franz kafka / @/sunlightafterdark (instagram) / @mossy-suggestions / in a week - hozier / @queermetal / edvard munch / @ghostsingold / @ghuolboy / @howlsnteeth / @cottagewarlock / solar waltz - cosmo sheldrake / @unspokengrief​ / @angelwormwood / @conceptualsolitude​ 
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thedustyshehnai · 1 year
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the hold this album has on me
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annelisereadsbooks · 1 year
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Hozier songs being horny and tender CAN coexist with his songs having a social meaning. That is like his whole deal. Sometimes I think that most of you just use other people words when you like something.
For the individuals that say that he is no longer the same fae king hozier... My brother in christ you only listened to In a week and work song.
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3d-wifey · 7 months
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And They'd Find Us In A Week - Chapter 5
Pairing: Finnick Odair x Reader Word Count: 3.1k Synopsis: Here! Playlist: Listen up! A/N: Don't be scared to click the embedded links, you might get an auditory surprise (Ai voice cloning works wonders)
Past (v) - Finnick
[17 & 18] - DISTRICT FOUR
Finnick sits at his desk, the end of his pencil tapping a song into the wood as he thinks. The two of you have been exchanging letters for almost a year now, but he still gets excited whenever you send a new one. Excited and nervous. Getting them mailed between districts is a slow progression involving lying to a few mayors and he's sure Snow reads each one. Still, Finnick thinks, it's worth it. In your latest letter, you explained to him how a bear snuck in from the woods, and the peacekeepers were forced to gun it down. Luckily, no one was hurt, but the mayor was "generous" enough to divide the meat among the citizens who were working. You finish with a closing of 'With love', your signature, and a shitty little drawing of a bear at the bottom with X's over its eyes. He traces it with his finger and pictures you hunched over your desk, nose scrunching in concentration as you draw it. "With love, huh?" He whispers to himself and smiles. Along with your letter, you sent a parcel full of bundled brown sticks tied together with yarn. Licorice root, you had said. Only available in the Capitol and District Eleven, best used in tea with berries. He brings it to his nose and it smells sweet, like caramelized sugar. It smells like you, but it's missing that undercurrent of earthly petrichor. He looks up when he sees Mags approaching with a knowing look in her eyes. She looks at the letter in his hands and he folds it before she can read the contents. Not that it matters. All she needed to see was the signature. It's not like she doesn't know who you are. She was so ecstatic to hear your stories, insisting he got more from you. And you gave them freely, even after Finnick ran out of ones to trade. It’s odd. You wanted nothing in return. Sometimes, he gets a little ahead of himself and wonders if it’s because you like him.
It isn’t too far-fetched to assume that, right? Right. "What's that face for?" He laughs. She takes a loose piece of paper and a pencil to write: "When's the wedding?" He opens and closes his mouth, words escaping him. "It's not like that. We're just—” Just what? You are friends, right? Finnick has friends, but none that he likes as much as you. And the way he feels with you? He doesn't feel like that around them, not by a long shot. To just call you a friend feels like calling an ocean a pond. It's almost disrespectful to condense it into something so lacking. He can’t force you, and everything you make him feel—into such a small box, it would only overflow and drown him. You are much, much more than a pond. 
Best friend, then? While true, it feels too juvenile. He considers it and he doesn't particularly like the idea of just being your friend anyway. He imagines you introducing him as such.
“Oh, and this is Finnick. My friend. Only my friend.”
No. No, he doesn’t like that at all. 
If he can't be honest with you, he can at least be honest with Mags. "—I guess it is something like that." She hums excitedly and pinches his warm cheeks. "She says she hopes you're doing well." Mags perks up at that, gesturing between herself and the blank paper. He grins at her enthusiasm, "I'll tell her you said hi. Promise." She nods and pats his hand with a smile. As she walks to sit on the couch behind him, he thinks about what to send you. He can't just send a letter. Especially after you went out of your way to send licorice roots after he offhandedly mentioned he'd like to try some. He wracks his brain but comes up empty. Other than rope, hooks, and seashells, there's nothing else he can give you. His eyes drift around the room, landing on his bare wrist.
There is something he can make you. 
Still. You want to be around him now more than ever.
Don't worry, there's more! For whatever reason, Tumblr refuses to let me post some chapters in their entirety, so if you want the rest, just click this link!
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I love me some folksy music that makes me feel like im watching seven year old me sitting under the magnolia tree in my grandmothers woods, collecting little flowers and berries and turning them into the most delectable soup ever created. Music that makes me feel like a misty morning when i was woken up by a mourning dove and im sipping on sweet tea. Music that makes me feel understood and safe.
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oracle-fae · 1 year
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inaweek-project · 1 month
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Coming soon.
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purple-mushroom-cap · 20 days
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SOMEONE SAID THAT WILDFLOWER AND BARLEY IS THE FLIPSIDE OF IN A WEEK AND ???? SOMEONE NEEDS TO SCIENTIFICALLY STUDY THIS
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sillyboards · 4 months
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in a week - hozier
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thecountandtheraven · 2 months
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Happy 2/22 👹👹👹
Willy Wonka in the studio pt 3
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33misc · 3 months
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I’m here to recommend a book to all of my fellow Hozier fans! - The Unworthy (Las Indignas) by Agustina Bazterrica
It fucking has everything!!! Wasteland setting and crippled nature, only woman characters, cultlike situations and religious imaginery. Little spoiler : it even has a little digging up your lover from the ground scene so I’m just assuming the writer listens to Hozier too.
Really worth it!!!
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lezzy36 · 4 months
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quick sketch i made inspired by in a week (hozier)
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thedustyshehnai · 1 year
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there you go my dearest wasteland baby fanatics <3
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