I don’t care who the fuck you are, or what you’re doing. You can take 3 seconds to reblog this.
I miss you..
That last comment broke my heart..
She is literally singing about riding dick. Not just any dick, but the dick that is standing right next to her. He’s not in the audience or backstage and she’s not being coy under the male gaze. She is singing about having sexual agency as a woman in an assertive fashion. Then at the end, she puts her hands on his hips and stands in a version of the wonder woman pose. If you don’t think Beyonce is the baddest womanist icon at the moment, then I’m going to ask you to reevaluate your life and get the fuck out of mine.
sit and stare at my photos, get butterflies and feel all weird just from looking at my pics or talking to me, fantasize about dating me or loving me…
Cuz I do that to others.
I wonder if anyone does that for me…
I can relate to this
This is absolutely perfect
i’m basically a clingy needy piece of shit that just wants to cuddle and to sleep and to watch stupid movies and to make out with you. oh and i also want you to play with my hair until i fall asleep