She is not “my girl.”
She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.
How much more blessed can I be?"
Are you volunteering your services?
Beyoncé’s music either cheers me up or makes me feel like a badass bitch
The less loved you are by others, the more you have to love yourself.