#All things end

[kelpeigh]

i love you hozier

[dragonmouth]

Been listening to All Things End by Hozier lately

[bisexualdeans]

hozier really said the heartbreak is inevitable and so is the finish line. forever is a lie we tell ourselves. you don't get to the end of your life without feeling a crushing weight on your chest and that's all there is. every path and every bond and every relationship comes to a breaking final point so face it But. this goes both ways. death is rebirth and we move on. and we begin anew and start new journeys and new loves and don't ever let the inevitability of the end keep you from this cycle. all things end for the better or for worse all things end for the better or for worse!!!! and don't you dare keep it from beginning anew!!!! he is so sick man so sick

[thora-jane]

EVERYONE SHUT UP THIS MAN IS ALMOST DOUBLING HIS SONG LIBRARY WITH THIS NEXT ALBUM WHAT THE HELL ANDREW

[venusiannights]

Hozier in eat your young (ep)

[lov3nnant]

thank you hozier

[johnwickfucker]

so how about those new hozier songs

[rebornrosess]

“if there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact they didn’t do it right” andrew i’m trying to escape seasonal depression don’t do this to me rn

[the-merry-otter]

Hozier really just went “so what if I took a few pieces of pure, unfiltered human emotion and then blasted it at everyone in song format” AND IM NOT COMPLAINING

[tieflingpride]

[mochifiction]

Not a Transformers post but Hozier released his album and no I’m not sane or okay. I wanna talk about Butchered Tongue because there’s barely any discourse about it and I am absolutely inconsolable about it. While there are a lot of elements/ central themes of Irish colonization and the preservation of Irish language and inherently history/ culture with it, as a Person of Color, I was so deeply moved. It is a song of beautiful mourning, of sorrow in the blood and scars that run through the dying of or absolute death of a language. However, it is also a celebration and expression of admiration and awe over the strength and perseverance of language and those who wield it. Every verb, noun, accent, rolling of the tongue. Every simple sound, letter, article. All of it is an act of defiance of the voice to the oppressor. It is a fibre of being healing the deep wounds inflicted by the colonizer. Every utterance screams “We are here and we are moving onward even while still bleeding.” Even then, Hozier still captivated the grief that comes with the fact that…not all cultures have that. Not every community has the ability to learn their languages. Some are gone entirely. Some stopped being passed down for the sake of survival and assimilation. The anguish that comes with a bloody tongue, one that cannot speak what it was born to utter, to scream to sing…it’s a feeling difficult to put into words. To have this song in the Circle of Violence not only brings to light the physical violence against the Irish in their colonization, but the invisible consequences of such brutality on the colonized. The murders and scarring didn’t stop at flesh. Even some languages that survived didn’t escape without scars and wounds, infused with the languages of their colonizer (ex- Tagalog having pieces of Spanish in it). This was a love letter and kiss of praise yet also a funeral dirge to those wounded by colonization, and I have never sobbed so hard over a song before. It stirred such deep grief in me that I cannot explain.

[sassypossumm]

All Things End

Cregan Stark x Tyrell!Reader

Word Count: 576

The aftermath of the Hour of the Wolf, wherein Cregan receives a 'gift' he neither likes, nor wants...

[Inspired by Fire and Blood]

All that we intend, slips right through our hands...

"She smells of woodsmoke, not flowers..."

When Cregan Stark had marched South with his men, he'd anticipated bloodshed and war, not to be enchanted by long dark hair and an even longer set of enticing legs. However, with the Hour of the Wolf upon him, Cregan Stark found himself bewitched by the lady Alysanne Blackwood.

Her laugh, her smile, the way she sat astride her horse…nothing about Alysanne strayed from his keen notice. And as such, Cregan sought out her company at every opportunity he could find.

The fluttering in his heart may not have been displayed with wide, besotted grins or flowery words, but when he sat in the throne room of the red keep and uttered those famously penned words -‘I claim your hand, I ask for all of you, forever’- he'd meant them from the utter depths of his heart.

Cregan intended to pass through life with the most vibrant of women by his side, one who understood him and matched his sensibilities.

Those plans, however, were rudely shattered when a paler flower barbed with thistles tore a nasty gash through the tapestry of his love story.

An insistent Maester from House Tyrell came to him, insistently waiving around documents, protesting his attempts to marry Lady Blackwood. Cregan had been incensed, sorely tempted to oust the man from his chambers, chain around his neck or no. It was, to his dismay, to no avail. Taking the documents in hand he had only to take a cursory glance to recognize his late father's mark at the bottom of the frayed page.

It would seem his father had in time past come across one lesser Tyrell and the two men had become quick friends. Before winter had passed they'd decided in a drunken stupor that should their first born be male and female, they should wed.

Why wasn't this brought to my notice afor I we'd my late wife?

Cregan had asked a logical question. The maester had seemed hesitant to answer the stormy eyed young man, but he'd summoned his courage and cleared his throat.

There hadn't been time, my lord, both of our betters were long gone, Seven rest their souls, and this document wasn't discovered until after you'd already wed the late Lady Stark…by that time it seemed a moot point to insist on your father, and my master's oaths, but now…

Now, it seemed Cregan would be honor bound to make good on his late father's oath. Fisting the paper in his grasp, Cregan grit his jaw as he watched his new dreams go up in flames much like the ones in the fire before him.

Visions of being wrapped up in long sinewy limbs and lush dark hair that scented of earthy woodsmoke were dashed through with the sickening scent of flowers that wreaked of artifice. That bawdy tongue that spoke to him honestly to be replaced with one that spoke pretentiously.

Cregan knew deep down he was being unduly harsh in his judgments of the lady he'd not yet seen, but it wasn't to be helped. He'd marry this stranger, and he'd be civil, but Cregan would not be deprived of his private thoughts.

Yes, he'd marry this lady…this Lady Tyrell, and he'd do his duty and bed her, but he'd not love her, of that much he was certain.

How could he learn to love the scent of flowers when it was by woodsmoke that Cregan Stark was haunted?

@feyhunter78 @96jnie

[youwerelikeanangel]

hozier really said that heartbreak is a part of life and you have to experience it and you will find love again and you tried and its okay its okay youre okay and you will be again, if nothing is forever then your pain is also not forever, you will feel whole again

[itseivwhore]

Totally normal indeed

[townseleven]

something something "to know how it ends and still begin to sing it again" and "and just knowing that everything will end we should not change our plan when we begin again" and beginning anew while looking the end and despair in the eyes, something something

[unreal-unearth]

Andrew's note about his new EP, "Eat Your Young," via newsletter.