i imagine that Beyoncé is off somewhere on a yacht, sipping on an olivia pope sized glass of wine, watching the entire world explode over her new album dropping out of literally the thinnest of air and cackling to herself with sheer joy. like, not only did she give you 14 new songs, but she gave you a music video for every damn one. this wasn’t just a casual troll, this was a calculated strike of nuclear proportions and she is leaving no survivors.
i have childhood memories that i am not 100% sure actually happened or if i dreamed them i really do not know
how the heck do people shoplift, thats so much weight to pick up, an entire store
[accidentally cares about bands more than education]
Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
i act so different around some people and it makes me mad like no no no this is not me u don’t understand
if we used to talk and don’t really anymore
chances are i miss the hell out of you
but i’ve assumed that you dislike me and that’s why we stopped talking
That half-hearted struggle to stop your relatives from giving you money.
“No no, really no, I won’t take it, please no…okay thanks.”
cant stop crying
Everyone needs to reblog this, this is so amazing.
im legit sobbing right now
This is the stuff that needs 47537476243 notes.
im crying so hard this is perfect
I am in tears omg
I will reblog this every time I see it
holy shit. so powerful.
This is so powerful
So not what I expected
This was incredible