“To my darling wife… Leon… whom I love… more than any man has loved another man in all eternity… I leave… $2,700… from my $10,000 life insurance policy… to be used… for your sex change operation. If there is any money left over… I want it to go to you… at my first– at the first anniversary of my death… at my grave.”
— Dog Day Afternoon (1975, dir. Sidney Lumet)
me, whispering softly at the edge of a forest: hozier, bro, i need your advice for a romantic date with my girlfriend
hozier, appearing out of the mist: oh, take her to an empty field and lie on the ground until you decompose and get eaten by foxes. it’s classic, timeless,
I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.
Some evenings you brim
with the sky’s quiet bruising—
colors as beautiful as the spilled
brains of a bird. Such a fucked
holiness, you think.
I am:
Too loud;
Too bright;
Too proud;
Too red in the moonlight
She looked just like a painting dying to speak.
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