me being a yungblud fan is the most paradoxical thing ever. like yes king, you’re my idol, my savior, the reason i haven’t disintegrated yet. i respect you more than oxygen.
…except then you come on stage shirtless, dripping sweat, eyeliner running like the legend you are, and suddenly i’m ready to abandon all morals and climb you like a tree in front of god and everybody.
how am i supposed to worship him and also want him to turn me into roadkill??? it’s literally an olympic sport trying to survive this paradox.
respectfully, i need an exorcism. good night 🌙🤍
















