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HELL YEAH I JUST MADE 2000 DOLLARS GET EMPLOYED PEOPLE

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just showered for the first time in a week and a half ❤️❤️❤️

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but which is which

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Andrew "Cutie Patootie" Hozier-Byrne

🎥: paramopresenta | instagram

Bogota || 05/21/2025

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Your regular reminder that trickle-down economics is a cruel joke designed by the wealthy.

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I've hired this angel and demon to stare at you

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Hozier talks about the artwork for the cover of his debut album.

Via his social media

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some miscellaneous aziracrows in the sketchbook

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Aziraphale x looking at Crowley

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michael b. jordan & wunmi mosaku SINNERS, 2025

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Uh oh. I don't think masturbating is going to get us out of this one

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Whew ok I’m back! Here’s a warm up sketchy to get my drawing hand in the mooooOoD 😏✍🏼

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i read through this list just to feel alive

rawest fucking hozier lyrics in no particular order:

i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight

heat of her breath in my mouth; im alive

i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword

and when the earth is trembling on some new beginning with the same sweet shock of when adam first came

every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside

the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen

if I was born as a blackthorn tree i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies

some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do

before the wave hits, marveling at god; before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea

betray the moon as acolyte on first and fierce affirming sight

i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me, I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me

screaming the name of a foreigner’s god; the purest expression of grief

sweet and right and merciful, i’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing

but you don’t know the hell you put me through; to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you

so i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you

my head was war, my skin was soaked, I called your name ‘til the fever broke

be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking

remember me, love, when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

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remnants of holy light.

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