#hozier to be alone

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Hozier – To Be Alone

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hozier, to be alone - live in kilkenny (2014) » original video

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Hozier- To Be Alone- Vienna, Feb 25, 2016

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11.02.24

Morning <3 I I hope you guys have a lovely day.

Going over my notes and reviewing my proposal this morning while enjoying the rainy weather.

Who’s your favorite artist atm?

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Arsonist's Lullaby

[fawnforevergone]

crazy how hozier compared the fact he couldn't tell his relationship was failing because he was too blinded by love to the idea that icarus could not tell he was dying because he was too enamoured by the sun and we were supposed to just carry on living like everything's normal.

[deprivedmusicaljunkie]

not sorry but hozier didn’t write “you don’t know what hell you put me through, to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you, to feel your weight in arms i’d never use, it’s the god that heroin prays to” for yall to sleep on to be alone !!

[chronicowboy]

actually cannot stop thinking about hozier describing the human soul as an "uneasy ally of the body"...

[hoziercriespower]

Hozier - To Be Alone

❝ I feel like a person for a moment of my life. ❞

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Hozier speaks about the charity and Elton John

🎥: getty images

Elton John AIDS Foundation's 33rd Annual Academy Awards Viewing Party || 03/02/2025

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Hozier – To Be Alone (live in Kilkenny)

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“You have the body of a goddess.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by my sweet @nebulastarr 🫶🏽 / It’s yours and Rupert’s first time together and you can’t help but feel insecure. He proves to you that you shouldn’t be…

18+ FANFIC / Smut-ish & SOFT Rupert. BODY CHECKING & WEIGHT MENTION! Reader character aged at 21. As always, please leave any requests in my ask box for any character/scenario 💋🫶🏽

Standing in front of your bedroom mirror, you meticulously inspect your body, and the lingerie that clads it — an exquisite set of a white lace bra and pants, with matching white stockings held up with a suspender garter belt. Typically, you would feel beautiful, sexy, unstoppable. However, you couldn’t help but scrutinise every inch of yourself. What if he hates the pouch on my stomach, the odd spot of cellulite on my thighs? What if Rupert thinks my boobs are too small, or my arse is too big? You shake your head to rid yourself of these unwanted thoughts. Grabbing your black silk robe from the tall, oak coat stand, you wrap it around yourself and wait in your en-suite. He should be home soon, and he knows what you have planned. He’ll be expecting an incredible body, but you’re not sure you have that.

It seemed like a decade until you heard the lock twist in the front door downstairs. Forever and day, as you listened for him kicking his boots off and hanging up his coat. An eternity, as he trudged up the stairs and opened the bedroom door. “Angel?” Rupert called, already unbuttoning his pressed shirt. Creaking open the door and tip-toeing out, Rupert’s jaw audibly dropped, just at the sight of you wrapped in your robe. “Well, it seems as though you’ve been expecting me.” He purred, motioning for you to come towards him. You didn’t, and watched as he threw his shirt to the ground and got started on his trousers, unzipping them and kicking them from his ankles. The sight of his ripped, tanned body, held together only by a pair of tight white boxers, was most certainly a sight to behold. “Rupert, I think we should wait a bit longer. Just a few more weeks. I just want to tone up a bit first.” You sigh, scrunching your robe tighter to your body in an attempt to cover your figure.

“Good things seldom come to those who wait.” Your boyfriend remarked with a smirk. Despite your anxiety, you couldn’t help but chuckle along with him. He, somehow, always knew what to say. “I’m just nervous. I’m not entirely thin. I have stretch marks, and cellulite, and rounded edges and just-“ You begin to continue your frantic rant but Rupert ceased it with three firm shh’s. “Are you wearing lingerie?” He questions, furrowing his brow. You nod in response. “I assume it was paid for with my card?” The interrogation continues. Eyes darting around with a small grin, you nod once more. “So let me see.” He probes.

Following orders, you slip the silk robe from your body, revealing the magnificent lingerie you had on. Rupert gawps at you, jaws dropped and eyes widened. His thumping heart pulsated in his chest, and the bulge in his tight boxers expanded instantaneously. “Darling… You have the body of a goddess.” He breathlessly muttered, taking a few steps closer to you and running his hands over the entirety of your body. His thorough inspection left not an inch of skin untouched. “Look what you’ve done to me.” Rupert inched back slightly so you could observe his growing cock fighting for release from his boxers. “Show me what you’ll do to your goddess. Show me what you think of my body.” You mumble, crawling onto your shared bed and laying on your back. “Darling, I would kiss every square inch of your body for you to see, just for a moment, how magnificent you are.” Fell from his lips so smoothly.

That was enough for you. Drawing yourself to him, you kissed him softly at first. But your yearning for each other transformed it into a slow, passionate kiss, tongues fighting for dominance in each others mouths. Rupert moved his right hand to your waist, squeezing softly and making you twitch. “Are you okay?” He asked, pulling his tongue from your mouth. “Yes. I’m just… not used to it.” You mutter, still trying to relax yourself with him seeing you in your entirety. Sticking to his promise, he began to place soft kisses — from your shoulder blades to your ankles, across the width of your stomach to your thighs, your forearm to the tips of your fingers. “The smell of you sets off something carnal within me. I need you.” Rupert growls, kneeling above you and beginning to unclip your stockings.

‘But I don’t know what else that I would give than try to kiss the skin that crawls from you, then feel your weight in arms I’d never use.’ - Hozier

[shortqueershakespeare]

Makes me irrationally mad when people hate on To Noise Making (Sing) like someone on Reddit said they thought it was an outright bad song and they couldn’t believe Hozier wrote it like EXCUSE ME ITS A MASTERPIECE

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I think it's so fucking clever that Hozier put Jackie & Wilson and Someone New back to back in his self-titled album. I mean, they're two ends of the same situationship and depict so well the current dating culture in general. Jackie & Wilson is that needy, hopeless, lonesome state where u just really long for companionship, connection, and stability. It doesn't matter with whom, it doesn't matter where, it doesn't matter how. Every person who crosses your path seems the one because you craft an idealized version of them in your mind. On the other hand, Someone New, besides keeping partially the idealizing strangers theme, goes for a more hedonistic route. It rejects the prospect of a stable relationship that leads to the traditional path of marriage and family in favor of exploration, the pleasures of the flesh (not necessarily only sex), adventure, and excitement. Yet it gets even more interesting if you consider that the persona is the same in both songs, but in different moments of their life (we all have been in both positions at least once). It beautifully captures how the experience of being a young adult is so much different than it once was. It brings up the contemporary developmental psychology that rejects that view of adulthood as the absolute end of development. 

I particularly like to think about these songs through the concept of emerging adulthood and how, due to the cultural and economic changes of our times, the self-exploration, construction of identity, and the "not really knowing what you wanna do with your life", that is usually expected only in adolescence, stays with us for longer nowadays. We're always changing, we'll be always developing till the day we die, and developing doesn't necessarily mean going forward.

Sometimes we take a few steps back, and that's completely okay. We can be Jackie & Wilson one day, Someone New the next one and then Jackie & Wilson all over again. So in this essay, I will discuss Hozier's discography through the views of contemporary developmental psychology and the common themes with 20th century Latin American poetry…

(My grammar in English is not the best, but I swear I'm not that illiterate in my first language)