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.
— Kathleen Hanna, interviewed by Melissa Febos in BOMBLOG (via dandyprof)
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SoSuperSam and Childish Gambino.
(Someone HAD to do this so… why not us?! -AVideoMagazine)
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relatives: any boyfriends/girlfriends?
me: no
typical conversation at every holiday since I was 5
I’ve been through a lot of lasts this week - my last class of high school, my last text to that one guy I thought wasn’t a douche, and, of course, my very last shift at work.
Today was my last last, if that makes any sense. There was a sense of finality that scared me when I left Leelynn’s today. I probably won’t see my favorite bartender ever again. I won’t get to tease the servers ever again. I won’t get half-off on delicious food again. I won’t get free unlimited soda ever again.
It’s the little things you miss - I understand that cliché now. Everything I took for granted and everything I hated and everything I loved while I worked there got bathed in sepia and nostalgia and I realize that I’ll miss it. All of it.
But now I realize that I’m finished with my lasts (pun intended) and I’m ready to face my firsts.
Hi college. Hi life. I’m ready.
