move, bad martini!

I really like the idea of love as a violent act—not to the person that you love, but against the world. To say to somebody, ‘I love you; by extension, I hate all other things.’

LESBIANS REJOICE!

i want a wasteland, baby! poster in my room so i can be jason from the good place and whenever something shitty happens i can just lean my forehead against the paper and go “oh hozier, we’re really in it now”

softly, but with feeling: hozier

this just froze my body in time and literally. gave me chills and icy breath