Of course it’s my hair, I bought it.
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.
if we’re mutually following each other i’m going to go between two extremes:
- replying to your text posts like we’re best friends when we’re not
- acting like i don’t know you exist because i don’t want you to think i’m coming on too strong
both of these things mean i want to be your friend i am just socially awkward as hell