Me when I’m at a party.
That Flawless Remix had me like 🙌
WHEN I EAT VEGETABLES
"You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. You drive her to work. You quote Neruda. You compose a mass e-mail disowning all your sucias. You block their e-mails. You change your phone number. You stop drinking. You stop smoking. You claim you’re a sex addict and start attending meetings. You blame your father. You blame your mother. You blame the patriarchy. You blame Santo Domingo. You find a therapist. You cancel your Facebook. You give her the passwords to all your e-mail accounts. You start taking salsa classes like you always swore you would so that the two of you could dance together. You claim that you were sick, you claim that you were weak. It was the pressure! And every hour like clockwork you say that you’re so so sorry. You try it all, but one day she will simply sit up in bed and say, No more, and you will have to move from the apartment that you two have shared. You consider not going. You consider a squat protest. In fact, you say you won’t go. But in the end you do."
I’ve been thinking about the crossover tour a lot. I’ve even had dreams about it. It’s just this whole different world for us, you know? We’ve been working for this ever since we were kids. I guess I’m a little scared. Are they gonna love me, mama?
Yes, mija. They’re going to love you.