eosofspades

best fucking hozier lyrics in no particular order

  • we tried the world, good god, it wasn't for us
  • i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door
  • after the foxes have known our taste, i'll be home with you, i'll be home with you
  • no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her
  • why were you digging, what did you bury, before those hands pulled me from the earth?
  • my dearest love, i'm not done yet
  • who could ask to be unbroken or be brave again?
  • whatever here that's left of me is yours just as it was
  • remember me love, when i'm reborn as the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn
  • i'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around, and i'd be the immediate forgiveness in eurydice
  • be like the love that discovered sin, but freed the first man and will do so again
  • be that hopeful feeling when eden was lost, that's been deaf to our laughter since the master was crossed
  • love, when the sea rises to meet us, oh, and there's nothing left for you and i to do
  • true that i saw her hair like the branch of a tree, willow dancing on air before covering me
  • and i love, too, that love soon might end, be known in its aching
  • be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking
  • the last time i felt your weight on my chest, you said "we didn't get it right, but love, we did our best"
  • and just knowing that everything will end should not change our plans
  • i would still be surprised i could find you, darling, in any life; if i could hold you for a minute, darling, i would do it again
  • heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i
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Posted 3 weeks ago

ritikajyala

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

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Posted 3 weeks ago