“MOM DONT TOUCH ME.”
I work at Digg.
About. Ask. Twitter. Other Internets. My Gifs.
“MOM DONT TOUCH ME.”
I can’t stop laughing at this side-eye.
Beyonce being Beyonce.
WHAT IF DESTINY’S CHILD ARE THE THREE HORSEWOMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE? REFERENCE.
The real girls on fire.
The woman who sang The National Anthem at the inauguration, arriving in Washington today with her husband.
They look so put together. Perfect.
:)
“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 (of Bikini Kill and Le Tigre and Julie Ruin)