it’s crazy and downright scary how good women are at pretending that they’re happy. you could have a woman living in an emotional pit that she doesn’t even believe there’s a way out of but to you and all around her, she’s a ball of sunshine. it’s terrifying.
i want to run away…but like in ghibli movie. like i take a block of cheese a loaf of bread and some apples and wander through the flower-specked mountains wrapped up in a shawl and i happen to wander into a moving castle and fall in love with a cute wizard
me (deep in the woods, dragging dufflebag of Kraft Singles™
All of Hozier’s songs are about how he’s a revenant fueled only by the power of a woman. Meanwhile all of Florence’s songs are about being a powerful witch. What I’m saying is, I’m pretty sure Florence Welch summoned Hozier from a peat bog. In this essay I will
“A visual recreation of the witch-hunt in the Basque Country during the middle ages, based on the world that these women described to the inquisitors when they made them confess by torture and threats.”
As small as the world 