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every passing day I can’t help but drift through the weight of time, trying to grasp the edges of meaning that dissolve like smoke in my hands the soul has already slipped into a void a void, that nobody dares to visit once every while it may find some faint dreams but only to fade away into mist in that wake all thats left to feel is the mirage of fleeting happiness. the weight of silence fills the air yet i am unable to take the next step downwards what is it my heart beats [the rhythm shifts echoing in a hollow shell made of whispers and shadow] my mind responds cold and mechanical "what do you care what other people feel" but a lot could happen in that- a look a thought could break the charge though it'd be better if it all just stopped.

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love elizabeth s.

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-Zoë Lianne

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what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting

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Natalie Babbitt, from Tuck Everlasting

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"I was written by a man." "I was written by a woman." That's cute. I was written by Kafka. My life is a horrific labyrinth of confusion, misfortune, existential dread, and chronic self-loathing.

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Hozier is Edgar Allan Poe

I know it sounds a little crazy on the surface, but really think about it for a minute and you’ll see how exactly 100% correct I am.

First, consider the following themes and motifs: magic, nature, grief, sin, love, death, death, death, the subversion of everything you thought you knew. Consider the tenuous thread connecting love and joy. Consider the stronger thread connecting love and sadness. 

Consider how both Hozier and Poe understand your innermost feelings in exactly the right way. Consider being twelve years old and reading “Annabel Lee” and crying, and being nineteen years old and listening to “Work Song” and crying, and feeling a strange familiarity. 

Consider also the following quotes (italicized is Hozier, bolded is Poe, not that it matters, because they’re the same): 

the way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine 

all I loved, I loved alone

honey don’t feed it; it will come back

deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dream no mortal ever dared to dream before

offer me that deathless death; good God, let me give you my life

sleep, those little slices of death

only blue or black days

years of love have been forgot in the hatred of a minute

there’s something wretched about this, something so precious about this; oh, what a sin

invisible things are the only realities

I had a thought, dear, however scary, about that night, the bugs and the dirt / why were you digging, what did you bury, before those hands pulled me from the earth?

deep in earth my love is lying, and I must weep alone

when my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth / no grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her

neither the angels in heaven above nor the demons down under the sea can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee

the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

this is a world of sweets and sours

I could go on, but I think I’ve made my case. Hozier is Edgar Allan Poe - reincarnated? Immortal with some cosmetic alterations? Possessed by his ghost? We may never know. All we know for certain is that Poezier’s dark influence is too powerful and I hope there’s not more than two of him.

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hozier could do cask of amontillado but edgar allan poe couldnt do in a week

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when Edgar Allan Poe said “deep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone” and when Hozier said “lay me gently in the cold dark earth, no grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her” I really felt that

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when edgar allan poe said "is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?" and when hozier said "there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin" and when mitski said "i am the fire and i am the forest and i am the witness watching it" and when-

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When Edgar Allen Poe said " we loved with a love that was more than love. "

And when Hozier said " I've had no love like your love. "

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I just found the 80s equivalent of 'Take me to church' by Hozier

- 100 selected poems of Emily Dickinson

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I just want to be okay. I don’t need to be happy, I just want to be okay.

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I'm telling you that I'm so deeply fucking depressed and that it makes me want to do bad things to myself and all you say is "everybody feels sad sometimes".

How can you not hear my cry for help? It took me all that I've got to tell you how I really feel...

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