Josh is in love with an anyomous slam poet on youtube who calls himself 'Blurryface'.
Tyler just wants to play basketball and kiss Josh.
Me when I first listen to holding on to you, my first tøp song.
Oh shít it's 6:30 am *intense shrugging* sucks to suck oh well
IM CRYING OF LAUGHTER AND ITS PAST MIDNIGHT KILL ME THIS IS GOLD
OKAY WHEN I PICTURE THE SKELETON ALL I CAN THINK OF IS SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS
*reverse forest fic*
Josh we've already told you, Tyler isn't real.
I high key triggered you and myself and I am NOT sorry