i can’t wait for my grandchildren to wish they lived in the era of beyoncé
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 finally go home on saturday. It’s been…2.5 months? I can’t believe my first quarter of my freshman year of college is already done. The midwest weather has been so much more bearable than people back home said it would be. California people are so accustomed to perfect weather we consider anything else to be disastrous. I like the snow. I like brisk winds. I like wearing boots. It’s not that bad.
Cute, but you’re not supposed to learn these in school. These are life skills taught by (hopefully) emotionally intelligent parents and life experiences
i want attention but only from one person
when the teacher makes you change seats and your friend sits behind you