#Jackie and wilson

[til-tonight-do-us-part]

looking for someone to save me, call me baby, and run their hands through my hair 🙏

i don’t want flowers i want to be youthfully felt cause god i’ve never felt young

[floof-ghostie]

Jackie and Wilson by Hozier really amazes me as a song because it originally sounds like such a happy love song, and then at the end the rug is sort of pulled out from under us as his love interest leaves, and then the final chorus lets us know that this is an ongoing cycle of the narrator going out looking for a lover who he can project his desires for healing onto, and is ultimately never going to be satisfied because all of these relationships are so short lived and fleeting.

[hozbeforebros]

Extra spicy Hozier kicking off Jackie & Wilson at the Pilgrimage Festival 9/28/24.

[hoziercriespower]

Hozier performing Jackie and Wilson

❝ Lord, it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime me and my Isis growing black irises in the sunshine ❞

🎥 | MomsLoveHarry via tiktok

[glorious-destruction]

hey (with the intention of stealing a Lexus, being detectives riding around picking up clues, naming our children Jackie and Wilson and raising them on rhythm and blues)

[apollolynx98]

I'm not okay. I need him.

I w a n t h i m.

[peddler-of-muck]

hozier is so me because why was he so delusional in jackie and wilson

[weltonboys]

jackie & wilson - hozier / either/or: a fragment of life - søren keirkegaard / first love/late spring - mitski

[womenloverlmao]

if we dont name our children jackie and wilson and raise them on rythym and blues do you even love me?

[ettiqu-rtz]

alright but have you considered that with my mid-youth crisis all said and done i need to be youthfully felt cause god i never felt young?

[mywinterivy]

Bitches be like “I’m fine” then Hozier comes on and they scream “We tried the world, GOOD GOD, IT WASN’T FOR US!” It’s me I’m bitches

[avengeloki]

Since people liked the photos I took, here’s a video from my concert back in September ! :D

[the-rainbow-meme]

"Somewhere Only We Know", Keane / "Hell of a Ride", Fizz / "I think I'm doing Great", Lora Mathis / "All Too Well", Taylor Swift / "Jackie and Wilson", Hozier / "You're on your own Kid", Taylor Swift / "Nighthawks", Edward Hopper / "Damage gets Done", Hozier / "Eat your Young", Hozier/ "Saturn devouring his son", Francisco de Goya / "But the Wages", Hozier / "Here For You", Jon Walker / "My Love Mine All Mine", Mitski / "Hell of a Ride", Fizz

diagnosed with being in your 20s and feeling powerless

[hoziercriespower]

Hozier - Jackie and Wilson

❝ She's gonna save me, call me "baby" run her hands through my hair. ❞

[crimsonred-hi]

Freckles

Pairing: Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Reader

Warnings: none

Request: yes/no

Summary: the summers in Ireland are slowly getting hotter, and that makes the garden seem more inviting.

The summers are getting warmer. Is that a good thing, who knows, but for Andrew it means he gets to see his girlfriend bask in the sun, making her skin glow.

He watches from the kitchen window, smiling dreamily at her sitting in the grass notepad and pen in hand. She glows in the light: in only some denim shorts and a sports bra, to combat the heat. He can’t stay away for long, so he doesn’t.

With in a minute he’s slotting himself behind her on the grass, draping his arms around her hips, resting his cheek on her shoulder. She smiles down at him, but doesn’t speak, just going back to her notepad. The calm of the scene makes his breathing slow and his heart race, his fingertips moving gently across her hips, her waist and her stomach, with his nose pressed into her shoulder.

Kisses, he starts to kiss her bare shoulder, taking in the smell of flowers and pollen she’s taken in from being outside so much. Lips pressed into every freckle, blemish, stretch mark he can find on her shoulders, moving her hair out of the path his lips are taking.

She leans back into him, leaning her head back against his shoulder so they can contact their eyes,

“What are you doing, Andrew…?”

He hums, not answering the question, instead moving forward to press his lips to hers. When he pulls apart he rubs his bearded cheek against her smooth cheek, making her laugh at the coarseness of his hair.

“You look lovely in the sun…”

He mumbles his words into her skin, leaving more kisses over her. Nuzzling his nose into her, making her giggle because it tickles.

“Stop, Andrew! That tickles! Stop!”

Her laughs and giggles are nothing but music to his ears, nothing but sweet music. Be he stops when she starts showing signs of her body hurting from laughing, he just holds her close, his face pressed into her shoulder as they bask in the sun together.

“Have you noticed how many more freckles you’ve got? And your hair is getting lighter, your practically a red head with how light your hairs gone.”

He’s barely listening to her as she speaks, his focus on how she’s started to scratch at his beard softly, his beard that’s go a red colour, sun bleached. She runs her fingertip along his nose, going on about how many freckles have appeared on his face with how much times he’s spending in the sun, wether he’s with his bees, sitting in the garden, or just sitting in the dining table with the rooms massive windows. He just hums along mindlessly, not really listening to her words.

“Are you listening to me?”

“… no.”

She sighs, just deciding to make herself comfortable with him holding her from behind as they sit in the grass. Watching the world go by.

He kisses her shoulder again,

“We tired the world, good God, it wasn’t for us.”

He says the lyric so softly, not melody to it, just saying it like it is a line of a poem.

“Well… the world is pretty shit, I’m rather happy to lie back watch it burn and rust with you.”

The words shot back at him, make him smile, she really knows his lyrics.