It’s that magical time of year: the leaves have fallen from the trees, you realize how many companies have your email address, you spend all day tapping Unsubscribe links. ππ
It’s that magical time of year: the leaves have fallen from the trees, you realize how many companies have your email address, you spend all day tapping Unsubscribe links. ππ
π΅ Hozier’s Work Song is both a sweet, slow love chant and also a terrifying premonition of undeathβit’s all there in the chorus. π§