In a dream I was a werewolf
My soul was filled with crystal light
Lavender ribbons of rain sang
Ridding my heart of mortal fight
"I’m in magazines,
full of model teens so far above you.
So read them and hate yourself,
Then pay me to tell you I love you.
And your parents will always come along
Because their little girl is in love,
and how could love be wrong?”
—Bo Burnham, “Repeat Stuff”
Can we just talk about this? Wow. So incredibly on-point.
When you see a spider by your foot:
When water gets into your ear:
When your mom tells you to take out the trash:
When your hair gets in front of your face:
When you’re too tired to walk up the stairs:
this fucking gifset gets me every time
Troy Bolton has the dance moves to my life