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hozier has always served as an inspiration for my poetry and the fact he made an album based on my favorite current book (dante's inferno), makes it even better !

have you had your birthday this year already??

( https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cpxpe1nqGq2/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y= )

this insta post is so relatable when being one of those writers taking inspiratiom from hozier's songs, ESPECIALLY "would that i" and "from eden" 😭 so this tumblr post is your sign to listen to hozier's new song and ep "eat your young" !! his words are always so poetic and his vocal range goes so hard so i guarantee its good <3

the scribe sits in the old chair, in fragile hours that serve a barrier between night's lullaby and the plight of day, with lonesome piles of letters and musings scattered about her wispy gaze.

she holds in her hands one, and smiles upon the flowers that bled into ink on the parchment. she holds it to her chest and amidst all emotion of mind-forged melancholia, the scribe prays to the twinkle of the star — the promise of a friend.

BASICALLY HI I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING AND I TRIED TO MAKE MY ASK AS POETIC AS I COULD PLS FORGIVE THIS WORD VOMIT ❤️❤️❤️

honoured to meet you, i'm lilia! your work on meeting the moriarty brothers was literally 24 carat gold like it made me transcend all mortal chains at,,, 6 a.m lol. i really love your entire aesthetic and writing style bb keep it up <33

also also,,, would you 🥰🥰 mind 🥺 being 🤩 moots 🫂 with me <3333

"he was sunshine (john watson), i was midnight rain (sherlock holmes) – he wanted it comfortable; i wanted that pain, he wanted a bride, I was making my own name."

GODDD 😭 JOHN RETIRED FROM THE ARMY SO HE SETTLED DOWN BUT SHERLOCK WANTS TO CONTINUE SOLVING CRIMES EVEN IF IT PUTS HIS LIFE ON THE LINE 💔 not to mention watson ended up having fiance-now wife, mary morstan who asked for sherlock's help in finding the treasure her father was seeking out for in the yuumori storyline ??

naww because alhaitham was so pathetic bumping himself on the table like that 🤭 can you believe he was able to distract the grand sage and the soldiers just by bending over and showing his ass in the air ?? 😭 pathetic fruity behavior right there! but it's okay (i guess) because i still love him <3 he's my babygirl <3

"will you have me? will you love me?"

—louis moriarty, james bond, albert moriarty, john watson

"I don't know anything but i know i miss you"

—sebastian moran, mycroft holmes, fred porlock

"the worst thing i ever did, was what i did to you."

—william moriarty, sherlock holmes (they’re both so in-depth yk?)

( I beseeched his indifference was not a oath but a ruse ) : he left where I fell, the edge of june !

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there was a mouthful, unfathomable in where he slept of sanctity; the oasis he has structured. long this slumber of bloom he laid with petals gray and shriveled that too died with my soul in its stem. merely a catalyst had chased my melancholic blue and in some lifetime, did this bury under his feet of roots and throne. 

he was purity in soaking grace where I cannot see myself sitting beside; oh dear heaven's flame seared off my skin to boneless thorns, there I cried as if he hadn't ripped my soul out enough— it was that I had shattered once and gained another piece. wanderlust he is, a pinnacle had expectations teasing me so of longingly waiting in such structural planes. I had practically gone mad in pleasure of infatuation, no such thrill astonished me when pearls go blind in sight of nothing less than red.

I had swore off such sin; truly I did yet in vain did he curse me into wherein blisters bite my eyes under a chandelier grain by true grace and flesh wound bare under sand. metamorphosis, the birth of vanity and paradox of own humanity dare I say, he is everything and nothing all at once — in which I praise nonetheless as if there was such color or flavour to physique that left skyward, hanging on my own dopamine threads.

he was a meanless cause to an endless loop and a part of a prayer sung. though I have not linger further in evermore, I believe of his whole hearted discernment, placed me under a wing of prosperity and from turmoil apart; there a holy body kissed smoke by whom the covenant has set had his beauty placed under such crime. 

alas not even icarus' flesh shall be framed on a falsehood where misfortune killed my silence. perhaps did my spirit sew itself to his feet and wings that hung within breeze, soon to let go from the burning wax and into the sea —

for some fallen god had left me in such unspokening worship and devotion that I have fallen down the edge of june.

NOTES 🧷 dedicated to the one that got away and cheers to his bull talk of "not you, me" — was once a spike spiegel writing now turned into for william moriarty !

I DON'T WATCH ARCANE BUT I'M HANGING ON A CLIFF OF URGE TO WATCH IT FOR HIM !! godd, i love them smart i would volunteer to be your housewife-househusband supporting you and your goals as you work on the periodic table's molar mass to solve for certain compounds–