Made myself a whiskey sour after a long hard week of nothing
This one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club
I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?
Fuck the skinny bitches! Fuck the skinny bitches in the club!
I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the muthafuckin’ club
Fuck you if you skinny bitches, what?! Kyuh
The world is watching, White America.
FIGHT TERRORISM, STOP COPS.
When did doing something ‘like a girl’ become an insult?
The part that gets me is at the end of the commercial, when they ask one of the first ladies if she had a chance to do her demonstration of “running like a girl” over again, what would she do differently and she says, “I would run like myself.” I legit cried.
As an independent musician I have seen points during the last ten years where, for short periods, an unfiltered outlet popped up allowing independent bands tremendous platforms to reach and quickly grow an audience. First it was myspace. You could add friends and they would be excited to check you…
Good luck Scotland
Time for the most important vote in living memory, make sure you bloody use it!
Beyoncé isn’t Beyoncé because she reads comments on the Internet. Beyoncé is in Ibiza, wearing a stomach necklace, walking hand in hand with her hot boyfriend. She’s going on the yacht and having a mimosa. She’s not reading shitty comments about herself on the Internet, and we shouldn’t either. I just think, Would Beyoncé be reading this? No, she would just delete it or somebody would delete it for her. What I really need to do is close the computer and then talk back to that voice and say, Fuck you. I don’t give a shit what you think. I’m Beyoncé. I’m going to Ibiza with Jay-Z now, fuck off. Being criticized is part of the job, but seeking it out isn’t. That’s our piece to let go.