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— The Spectacular Now (2013) “No, it’s not stupid. If you like it, it’s not stupid.”
everytime nicki minaj smiles my skin gets clearer, my eyebrows become fuller, and my bills get paid
daily reminders from beyoncè.
oh yeah, because I’m sure beyoncè struggles with panic attacks or night terrors or any other crippling effects of anxiety, I love her but shut the fuck up bey
Excuse you? How would YOU know? You don’t know what she has to deal with, you only see what she shows you. and even if she wasn’t? That’s her ritual before every show because guess what? She STILL gets nervous and you know why? You probably won’t believe this one but it’s because she’s a human being too. I swear y’all choose to turn y’all’s nose up at the dumbest things. chill.
anxiety: a feeling of worry, nervousness or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with uncertain outcome. As a performer, it is natural for her to feel nervous before she hits the stage. She never said she suffered from anxiety DISORDER which is what you’re talking about. Eat her motherfucking ass, HUN and get the “é” right next time.
i used to think it was fun and interesting to get into debates about feminism or racism, or in general challenge people’s bigotry and prejudice and call them out. but recently it’s become a burden. it’s a chore now. i no longer want to debate about whether or not i should have basic human rights, this shouldn’t even be a fucking issue anymore. i no longer go into these discussions with an open mind and a light-hearted demeanor, now i’m fucking furious. i should not have to defend my humanity at every single step, repeatedly and constantly. i’m done.
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