don’t worry be yoncé
i went to the j and bey on the run tour last night. the chemistry between these two services as fourplay for any human being with a pulse. i love how even with his ginormous stage presence jay still let’s bey shine in all her thigh swinging, bootie popping, hair flipping glory. watching the two together gave me a bodily reaction stronger than watching rachel mcadams scream “say i’m a bird” to ever gorgeous ry gos in the notebook (that’s saying a lot.) they are the emperor and empress of love and hip hop, the show left me atingle.