I saw a TV preacher when I was scared at four or five about bad dreams, who promised he’d say a prayer if I put my hand to the TV. That’s the first time I remember prayer. An electric current humming through me, you call me a singer, but I’m called to transform, to suck up the grief, anxiety and loss of those who hear me into my song’s form. I’m a vessel for all that isn’t right, for breakups and lies and double cross. I sing into that vessel a healing light. To let go of the pain that people can’t bear. I don’t do that to myself, I call in the light. I summon God to take me there. Uptopias, they don’t much interest me. I always mess things up a bit. It’s chaos in part that helps us see, but for my daughter I dream a day when no one roots for others to fail, when we all mean what we say.
Beyoncé (Remixed by Forrest Gander)
It’s my daughter,she’s my biggest muse.There’s someone we all find out soon,more important than ourselves to lose.
Beyoncé for the CR Fashion Book Issue #5 (via beyoncefashionstyle)
And still, after all this time, the Sun has never said to the Earth,
“You owe me.”
Look what happens with love like that.
It lights up the sky.
Hafez (via glamour)