I find it hard to be myself
(Can you please explain?)
I do not think that it's my health
(You're the one to blame)
You're the one I wish I had
And now my girlfriend is getting mad
(I cannot call this sane)...
When all you want is to lay under the sheets next to someone, and to feel their warm skin against yours. To hear their heart beat slowly as if they feel safer in that moment then they ever have before. To fall asleep knowing you’ll wake up to their perfect self and adorable sleepy voice the next morning and everything will be okay.
This is my aesthetic
"Hello, Papa John’s."
"Um yes, I would like an original crust pizza. Extra cheese. Extra extra extra paper."
More like: how to propose to me.
Rob talking about a stalker he had in Spain.
HE COMPLAINED ABOUT HIS LIFE.
TO A FAN.
FOR TWO STRAIGHT HOURS.
Bless this man.
the man. the myth. the legend.