I want a cottage with a stream behind it and a forest that goes for miles on and deer are seen peeking out from the branches. Tea is brewing and my garden’s flowers are blooming. I am at peace with the world and full of kindness.
An enormous, buff, stitched-together reanimated corpse man is living secretly in my woodshed.
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,
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