My grandma said, nothing real can be threatened. True love brought salvation back into me. With every tear came redemption. And my torturer became my remedy. So we’re gonna heal, we’re gonna start again. You’ve brought the orchestra, synchronized swimmers, you are the magician. Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half. Make the woman in doubt disappear. Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot. The audience applauds… but we can’t hear them.

Grant Rindner from thelineofbestfit: […] With Lemonade, Beyoncé has caused as much conversations as any single artist possibly could, and provided a one-of-a-kind look into her personal life without sacrificing any of her regality, something only she could do. Getting her paper is going to be the easy part.