has it really been three whole years? has it only been three years?
or: how to miss something that never really leaves and how to know when something is dead or dying or sleeping. happy three year anniversary dream smp, i hope it was worth it.
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Irish-uwufication is so fucking weird anyway but like people act like Hozier - who writes primarily blues songs about politics, books and music he finds interesting, and having sex with hot women he picks up in bars - is just a nature man is so weird. Like you have Americans saying he is a bog man, he only writes acoustic songs about chaste love and nature. He lives in the woods and doesn’t interact with society at all. He is made of trees and fairies because that’s what Ireland is.
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love when people say all taylor's songs sound the same, and then you give them a few examples of how they literally don't, and they say "no i mean lyrically" and then you give them a few more examples of songs with completely different lyrical themes and they're like "you're missing the point/you're taking this out of context" my brother in christ what IS the point??? what is the context??
how i feel after looking up 'anderperry' on every single social media possible as a part of my waking up routine knowing damn well im the only dps fan left on earth
The soldiers are not just people who fight. They are people who have had to carry themselves when no one else was there. They are blunt and honest and their sword is so heavy so they do everything they can to avoid confrontation but in the end it will happen whether they want it to or not. The soldiers don't want to destroy but everything they touch crumbles at their fingertips and the flames grow despite their pleading for it all to stop, please let it stop they're not strong enough they don't want to be strong enough for this.
The poets are not just creatives. The poets are the ones who can cut you down with words. They want the truth, they want to see everything you are and more and they will marvel your ugly spots as if they were diamonds. The poets are also those who can tell you the prettiest lies, they give you lenses that disguise all the red in this world. The poets are also those who know that words are so incredibly dangerous and powerful, so they will sit in silence to hide the strength a simple word can hold.
The kings? The kings are those burdened with a life they never wished to lead. They are the golden children so burnt out that waking up is more tiring than the rest they had just achieved. The kings believe they have a duty to the world, and they are unfortunate in that everything they do will be criticized and judged and used against them no matter how noble the intention. All they can do is pray they create enough good to balance out their bad.
And together the soldiers, poets, and kings want to move forward. No matter their individual burdens, the soldiers will serve their kings, the kings will bow to the poets, and the poets will fall to the soldiers.