Something out of nothing.

Jamie Oliveira, “Erosion” (via featherumbrellas)

me, in this economy: a what

me, a known gay: a what

YOU MATTER

you are extremely important

I refuse to believe Beyoncé didn’t come during the super bowl. I’ve successfully distorted my memory and remember that Gaga stopped all of the music and lights after the first chorus of telephone. The stage was silent for 2-3 seconds and you heard Gaga say “I’m gonna need some help with this one”. A giant spot light on Beyoncé as she rose from the stage with her pregnant belly out. Lights are flashing, tears are everywhere. The straights have official gone extinct. As Beyoncé belted “Boy the way you blowing up my phone” the San Andreas fault shifted, Yellowstone’s erupted and we experienced all four seasons at once. Beyoncé was wearing an outfit made with 17 colors that are new to humanity. Telephone ends. Trump is gone, Whitney Houston is alive, everyone looks at their phones and it’s January 20, 2009 again. Obama just got inaugurated and we get to experience another 8 years of his presidency. Kesha is on the radio again, America is officially gay©. Then Blue Ivy rises from the stage to beginning the new song that is Paparazzi part 3. (Also known as Telephone part 2).