I Don't Think I Can Handle This

Hello. My name is Kate and I love Beyonce.
Join me on this journey, where I give my deep thoughts on her Tumblr photos.
Sure to some this may just seem like a blurry cellphone photo, but one must put on their Beyoncé goggles to see through the eyes of the Queen B… Beyoncé stands outside a very busy VIP New York fancy party, waiting for her VIP fancy car to come round and her VIP fancy driver to take her home to her VIP fancy house. The cool night air ripples through her perfect hair/weave. She looks up, and sees the Empire State building. One can even say she’s in an Empire State Of Mind. She laughs to herself, “My husband Jay-Z wrote a song about this!” as she reaches for her VIP fancy phone and takes a photo of the lit-up landmark.  Some of us take shitty cellphone photos, but if you’re Beyoncé, it’s always art. 

Sure to some this may just seem like a blurry cellphone photo, but one must put on their Beyoncé goggles to see through the eyes of the Queen B…

Beyoncé stands outside a very busy VIP New York fancy party, waiting for her VIP fancy car to come round and her VIP fancy driver to take her home to her VIP fancy house. The cool night air ripples through her perfect hair/weave. She looks up, and sees the Empire State building. One can even say she’s in an Empire State Of Mind. She laughs to herself, “My husband Jay-Z wrote a song about this!” as she reaches for her VIP fancy phone and takes a photo of the lit-up landmark. 

Some of us take shitty cellphone photos, but if you’re Beyoncé, it’s always art. 

(Source: beyonce)

I can just imagine it now. Jay-Z and his B walking barefoot in the summa sand. Just as they’re about to head in to their million dollar beach-side mansion, Beyoncé stops and whispers, “Wait…” She finds two sticks, arranging them into a lowercase b. An uppercase one would be to forced. “There. I’ve made my mark.”  Yes this photo is simple, but it says lots. We are all but grains of sand… that is unless you are Beyoncé, in which case your are the “b” shaped stick, showing the sand who’s boss.

I can just imagine it now. Jay-Z and his B walking barefoot in the summa sand. Just as they’re about to head in to their million dollar beach-side mansion, Beyoncé stops and whispers, “Wait…” She finds two sticks, arranging them into a lowercase b. An uppercase one would be to forced. “There. I’ve made my mark.” 

Yes this photo is simple, but it says lots. We are all but grains of sand… that is unless you are Beyoncé, in which case your are the “b” shaped stick, showing the sand who’s boss.

(Source: beyonce)

katekillet: How?! How is this even allowed?! I was already on team B and now this?! I just… I don’t think I can handle this.  How are you real Beyoncé? Because this just makes me think that you’re some sort of robot god hybrid invented purely for the purpose of me worshipping your every move. Oh you were in Destiny’s Child? Oh you married Jay-Z? Oh you know how to check up on it? And now here’s a photo of you rocking a Spider-Man costume?! Of course.  That’s it. I give in. I officially convert to the Church of Beyoncé. 

katekillet:

How?! How is this even allowed?! I was already on team B and now this?! I just… I don’t think I can handle this. 

How are you real Beyoncé? Because this just makes me think that you’re some sort of robot god hybrid invented purely for the purpose of me worshipping your every move. Oh you were in Destiny’s Child? Oh you married Jay-Z? Oh you know how to check up on it? And now here’s a photo of you rocking a Spider-Man costume?! Of course. 

That’s it. I give in. I officially convert to the Church of Beyoncé. 

(Source: beyonce)