"She [Blue] does like her mother’s music—she watches [Beyoncé’s concerts] on the computer every night. But my album came out and I don’t know if Blue ever heard any of my music prior to this album—she’s only 18 months old and I don’t play my music around the house. But this album was new, so we played it. And she loves all the songs. She plays a song and she goes, ‘More, Daddy, more … Daddy song.’ She’s my biggest fan. If no one bought the “Magna Carta”, the fact that she loves it so much, it gives me the greatest joy. And that’s not like a cliché. I’m really serious. Just to see her—‘Daddy song, more, Daddy.’ She’s genuine, she’s honest, because she doesn’t know it makes me happy. She just wants to hear it."
- Jay Z
Vanity Fair, October 2013 (x)
I am about life. I surround myself with beautiful things. I work hard to have a better life.
finally changed my theme and i’m pretty satisfied with it.
LOVE ME OR LEAVE ME, galore mag photoshoot (X)
oh what fun to kill someone and end up in jail
“I am incredibly passionate about my life, I am absolutely unable to hide any emotion. If I wrote a book, I’d have to call it ‘P is for Passion’. I don’t go in for anything halfway. My feelings about things are instant, on the spot. And my heart is always, always on my sleeve.” - Kate Winslet
Usually it’s easy being alone. I wake up and don’t have anyone to answer to, or have anyone else to worry about. I make myself coffee, start my shower water, get everything ready for work and I don’t have to stress myself out by wondering if someone else is leaving on time. But today felt different, this morning waking up alone felt different. I’m not sure if it was the way the clouds were blocking the sun or the sound of silence that must have crept through my home during the nighttime. But something didn’t feel right, and neither did I. Being alone has never bothered me. Actually until today I’ve always embraced my independence. I can now say that I know the difference, have felt the difference between being alone and being lonely. I spent the night at my friends house the other night and I woke up to her and her boyfriend laughing in bed, half asleep and half naked. I thought to myself “Wow. That must be so lovely but so tiring too. I would rather sleep in.” But I did sleep in this morning, and I somehow could hear the sound of their laughter in my almost empty home. I could hear the sound of their future crushing my bones, and I could see why people search for most of their lives trying to find what they have. I haven’t found that yet. I’ve found temporary happiness in past lovers, but they never could keep me coming back for more. They never could make me miss someone while just being in the other room. I’m afraid. I’m fucking terrified that one day, like today, I’m going to wake up alone and that will be because of my lack of commitment to connect to anyone else other than myself, or with someone for more than a couple of weeks. I woke up today and I felt different. I felt incomplete. I felt anger for myself for not reaching out or for not staying. I woke up today and I felt different, because sometimes waking up alone is not as free and easy as you always thought.
~"Maybe I should get a smaller bed," - Colleen Brown (via mostlyfiction
Evan Peters in American Horror Story
AMERICAN HORROR STORY: MURDER HOUSE, ASYLUM, COVEN, FREAK SHOW