your tattoo says ‘only god can judge me’ yet here i am
I just want to get a cute apartment with a cute person and wear nothing but underwear and a big t-shirt or sweater and dance around, cook for each other, make our own movies and record each other while we’re playing, smiling, and laughing, and lay in bed together at night snuggled up warm together so close that we can hear each others pulse.
I FUCKING HATE SOCIAL ANXIETY BECAUSE YOU’RE SCARED TO TALK TO PEOPLE BUT ALSO DYING TO TALK TO PEOPLE AND HANG OUT AND RELAX AND HAVE FUN AND NOT BE ALONE AND LONELY AND FEEL LIKE SHIT BUT YOU DO FEEL LIKE SHIT BECAUSE YOU CAN’T EVEN RELAX ENOUGH TO TALK TO PEOPLE WITHOUT OVERTHINKING EVERYTHING
Bo Burnham fucks me up because one minute he’s singing about how pop music is made by minions of Satan and then 30 seconds later in the same song he’s talking about how pop music… let me quote it: “magazines full of model teens so far above you. So look at them and hate yourself, then pay me to tell you I love you”
With him it’s always “hahaha… oh”