"Do you truly believe your gods listen when you pray? That they whisper your name in equal reverence, and fill the spaces between the stars with love for your little life?...Well, I hope you're right. Not for our sake, mind you, but their's. How cold, I wonder, would those coners of space be without the warmth of some kind of love?"
male directors are like “i know just the actor for this role, my fave male bestie who i’ve cast thirteen other times” like im going to assume you’re gay as hell
You are part of a small, near immortal group of beings that have been alive for millennia - you can only be killed on one specific day that comes every 100 years. Different members of your group dealt with this day in different ways: some locked themselves away, some of the more blood thirsty ones went rampaging, taking out as many as they could. But without fail, at least one dies every century, and now, there’s just two of you left, and a week until the next Anniversary
I wonder if Hozier knows the impact he had on us when he said “No grave could hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her” like he literally changed lives with that one little sentence Honestly what a legend