i fucking love when she does this, the middleish-end is the best part of you and i
BABAAAY I DON’T NEED MY HAT OR MY PURSE I’D RATHER DIIIEE
SOMETHIN BOUT LOOONELY NIGHTS AND MY LIPSTICK ON BARBARA’S FACEEEE
That awkward moment when Lady Gaga tries to dance to Yoü and I
but still pulls off an incredible performance during which I had to continually reaffirm to my father that she was naht lip synching, duh
NEVER FORGET
best day of my life thus far, no doubt about it. but when the born this way ball comes to pittsburgh, i will accept nothing less than meeting gaga. even though i was like 1 ft away from her in nyc and she FUCKING SAW ME, omfg was that even real life? i got yelled at by a mean black lady, stood in the pouring rain with my sister for this shit, and i was the only one who knew the lyrics to you and i in the fan pass section which resulted in her luving me??? tell yourself how lucky you areeeee
