When bf says one drink downstairs I say as long as we watch @ladygaga Coachella now he’s trying to get his TVs set up to sound system & listen maybe he likes me 😂
People mad about the #ladygagatour being in arenas instead of stadiums pshht I’d rather be in an arena any day vrs stadiums that may not be able to see anything at! Here’s to hoping can get some tickets!
Dear “price of eggs” Trump voters,
Your melon-hued messiah just admitted that his tariffs will increase prices here.
But don’t worry, because he also said that “you’ll understand.”
Great work.
Well done.
Bravo.
When listening to @ladygaga with bf & @ChappellRoan comes up and I’m like yes okay her next and he’s like who’s that me you know so play song and then this happens 😂 only Adam
So, you want me to believe that you voted for a racist, rapist, convicted felon, business fraud who incited a deadly attack on our Capitol after losing the last election because of the price of eggs?
That you voted for the orange-dipped dude who ran with a different VP because the last one was nearly hanged for not breaking democracy, because you’ve been getting fewer hours at your job these days?
You want me to believe that you voted for someone who nearly every economist in the world has said will grow our debt (which he did by the third largest amount ever the last time), increase our costs, raise inflation and destroy our GDP because a burger and fries at Five Guys is more expensive than it used to be?
You want me to believe that you voted for the drink bleach guy who golfed while thousands of Americans were dying a day because you had it so much better then, when you were stockpiling toilet paper, than you do now?
You want me to believe that you voted for the guy who had 4 years to pass an infrastructure bill and didn’t, the guy who promised Mexico would pay for the wall when they didn’t, the guy who promised to bring manufacturing back, lower the cost of prescription drugs and end the opioid crisis but didn’t, because you preferred his “policies”?
You want me to believe you voted for the “grab em by the pussy” guy who wants to destroy the Department of Education and to repeal the ACA despite the fact that he has nothing more than “concepts of a plan” to replace it, the guy who will roll back environmental protections, strip women and minorities of more rights, the guy who will hand Ukraine to Putin and Gaza to Netanyahu, the guy who has said he will be a “dictator on day one”, because you’re worried about losing your gas stove?
I’m sorry, but I don’t believe any of that, and frankly, I’m not sure you believe it either.
Because the truth is that your vote wasn’t about any of that.
You voted for the traitorous embodiment of the 7 deadly sins because when it came to casting your ballot for a Black woman, you just couldn’t do it.
And because you like getting away with being your worst self.
And because life is a whole lot easier to stomach when all that has gone wrong for you, is someone else’s fault.
Let’s be honest here, that is what it was.
So when the price of eggs is $18, and your Latino neighbors have been deported or moved to some f’d up “camp” to pick the strawberries none of you will pick, and your miscarrying wife has to contend with sepsis before she’s allowed to have an abortion, and your autistic child is unable to get the early intervention they desperately need, please remember what it really was that you voted for.
Because I promise you the rest of us will never, ever forget.
Every national security advisor and economist said don’t vote for him. His former cabinet said don’t vote for him. He tried to overthrow the last election. He overturned women’s rights. He’s openly racist. He’s a rapist. He’s a felon. And he’s winning another term. I don’t get it
if you voted for trump, know that millions of women's blood will be on your hands.
you looked at your daughters, your sisters, your mothers, your nieces, your granddaughters, your grandmothers, your aunts, and your cousins and said to them: i do not care about your safety.
I think a lot about the relationship I have with my own inner demons. It’s never been easy for me to face how I get seduced by chaos and turmoil. It makes me feel claustrophobic.
Disease is about facing that fear, facing myself and my inner darkness, and realizing that sometimes I can’t win or escape the parts of myself that scare me. That I can try and run from them but they are still part of me and I can run and run but eventually I’ll meet that part of myself again, even if only for a moment.
Dancing, morphing, running, purging. Again and again, back with myself. This integration is ultimately beautiful to me because it’s mine and I’ve learned to handle it. I am the conductor of my own symphony. I am every actor in the plays that are my art and my life. No matter how scary the question, the answers are inside of me. Essential, inextricable parts of what makes me me. I save myself by keeping going. I am the whole me, I am strong, and I am up for the challenge. Happy Halloween. https://t.co/2MF1XlUp4C
This election is not only the most important of our lives, it is one of the most important in the life of our nation.
In many ways, Donald Trump is an unserious man—but the consequences of putting him back in the White House are extremely serious.
And we’re not going back.