A bunch of baby photos of a certain tiny green bean in many different poses with many different friends and family for this very special Thursday 😀

Happy May the 4th everyone!! 💚

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Petrol Girl "Preachers" (Baby, 2022)

"There's a lot of preachers here but I don't see no saints"

i saw an opportunity and i took it

credit: @apoppyflower

Empty Album Covers

y'all remember when dante wrote a fanfiction of the bible and then hozier wrote a fanfiction of said fanfiction?? iconic if you ask me

Pete Wentz spoken word on the album

Not a Transformers post but Hozier released his album and no I’m not sane or okay. I wanna talk about Butchered Tongue because there’s barely any discourse about it and I am absolutely inconsolable about it. While there are a lot of elements/ central themes of Irish colonization and the preservation of Irish language and inherently history/ culture with it, as a Person of Color, I was so deeply moved. It is a song of beautiful mourning, of sorrow in the blood and scars that run through the dying of or absolute death of a language. However, it is also a celebration and expression of admiration and awe over the strength and perseverance of language and those who wield it. Every verb, noun, accent, rolling of the tongue. Every simple sound, letter, article. All of it is an act of defiance of the voice to the oppressor. It is a fibre of being healing the deep wounds inflicted by the colonizer. Every utterance screams “We are here and we are moving onward even while still bleeding.” Even then, Hozier still captivated the grief that comes with the fact that…not all cultures have that. Not every community has the ability to learn their languages. Some are gone entirely. Some stopped being passed down for the sake of survival and assimilation. The anguish that comes with a bloody tongue, one that cannot speak what it was born to utter, to scream to sing…it’s a feeling difficult to put into words. To have this song in the Circle of Violence not only brings to light the physical violence against the Irish in their colonization, but the invisible consequences of such brutality on the colonized. The murders and scarring didn’t stop at flesh. Even some languages that survived didn’t escape without scars and wounds, infused with the languages of their colonizer (ex- Tagalog having pieces of Spanish in it). This was a love letter and kiss of praise yet also a funeral dirge to those wounded by colonization, and I have never sobbed so hard over a song before. It stirred such deep grief in me that I cannot explain.

Udimos Photo Album from Official Bilibili CN

Wasteland, Baby! | March 1, 2019

"There is definitely a kind of wry smile to the work, but it takes place with a great shadow hanging over, I suppose, the end of the world kind of hanging over the album a little bit. But that is enjoyed in the best way possible."

don’t you dare say that you’ll braid my hair, babe

look I know there’s a joke about “white hozier fans” as in the people who listen to him for being a forest spirit and don’t get the bigger message behind his music and the Black influences that define a lot of his work, but something I really like about Unreal Unearth is it kind of steps away from the “forest father” feel with its production (less acoustics than self-titled, leans more into rock than wasteland, baby!) and there are significantly less love songs/songs related to relationships than the last albums which really forces the listener to actually understand what he’s trying to communicate, so I hope it’s a learning opportunity for people who haven’t yet grasped the really big social justice and social commentary strand in his music