Eminem actually helps me through alot,
I want to prove everyone wrong - especially me.
imagine trying to get up these stairs drunk.. lolol
imagine trying to get up these stairs sober
imaging falling down those stairs
but once you mastered them, and some murderer broke in -you could escape upstairs. And while they try to figure out how the hell they work, you can slip out the window and escape to freedom. Just sayin.
Looks decently zombie proof too
imagine if you had a button that swiveled them all closed so it was just a flat wall
Imagine the genius who invented this, what an amazing individual they must be.
When in a rage, it seemed like my BP partner was channeling an evil spirit. Her eyes had no life in them: just a blankness. She didn’t see who I was or how she was hurting me. There was no way to negotiate, no way to reason or argue. She did not understand rational arguments.
Her voice would become more rapid, accusatory, demeaning, patronizing, irrational, and paranoid. Her tone was very fast—rat-a-tat-tat—like she was firing at me. She would pace and become very menacing, growing closer and closer as I became more and more afraid.
Breathe Me By Sia. This song describes me in every way
I need sur We Heart It.
you’d be in tears | Tumblr on We Heart It