I hope Azealia wakes up tomorrow morning suffocating. Tight lungs, dry tongue and lips, watery eyes, saliva running down her face. She chokes for minutes, slapping her hands frantically on her bed and wrapping them around her neck as she suffers for air. I want her to experience the sheer terror for exactly five minutes before regaining her breath. As a reminder of what an utter waste of space she is, I hope she falls down her stairs too, but the rest of her day goes well. Festering in her mind is how she awoke that morning breathless and battered by her staircase.
I hope Azealia wakes up tomorrow morning suffocating. Tight lungs, dry tongue and lips, watery eyes, saliva running down her face. She chokes for minutes, slapping her hands frantically on her bed and wrapping them around her neck as she suffers for air. I want her to experience the sheer terror for exactly five minutes before regaining her breath. As a reminder of what an utter waste of space she is, I hope she falls down her stairs too, but the rest of her day goes well. Festering in her mind is how she awoke that morning breathless and battered by her staircase.
Omg the OAH do too much. She's talented so let her be.
Did you literally go on MS Paint and color Tevin Campbell's pupils red and add "blood" using the same color to his mouth just so you can add it to this post?
I hope Azealia wakes up tomorrow morning suffocating. Tight lungs, dry tongue and lips, watery eyes, saliva running down her face. She chokes for minutes, slapping her hands frantically on her bed and wrapping them around her neck as she suffers for air. I want her to experience the sheer terror for exactly five minutes before regaining her breath. As a reminder of what an utter waste of space she is, I hope she falls down her stairs too, but the rest of her day goes well. Festering in her mind is how she awoke that morning breathless and battered by her staircase.
I hope Azealia wakes up tomorrow morning suffocating. Tight lungs, dry tongue and lips, watery eyes, saliva running down her face. She chokes for minutes, slapping her hands frantically on her bed and wrapping them around her neck as she suffers for air. I want her to experience the sheer terror for exactly five minutes before regaining her breath. As a reminder of what an utter waste of space she is, I hope she falls down her stairs too, but the rest of her day goes well. Festering in her mind is how she awoke that morning breathless and battered by her staircase.
I hope Azealia wakes up tomorrow morning suffocating. Tight lungs, dry tongue and lips, watery eyes, saliva running down her face. She chokes for minutes, slapping her hands frantically on her bed and wrapping them around her neck as she suffers for air. I want her to experience the sheer terror for exactly five minutes before regaining her breath. As a reminder of what an utter waste of space she is, I hope she falls down her stairs too, but the rest of her day goes well. Festering in her mind is how she awoke that morning breathless and battered by her staircase.
Did you literally go on MS Paint and color Tevin Campbell's pupils red and add "blood" using the same color to his mouth just so you can add it to this post?
I hope Demi wakes up tomorrow morning suffocating. Tight lungs, dry tongue and lips, watery eyes, saliva running down her face. She chokes for minutes, slapping her hands frantically on her bed and wrapping them around her neck as she suffers for air. I want her to experience the sheer terror for exactly five minutes before regaining her breath. As a reminder of what an utter waste of space she is, I hope she falls down her stairs too, but the rest of her day goes well. Festering in her mind is how she awoke that morning breathless and battered by her staircase
"You stan blank so you can't talk " is a terrible argument unless it's an obviously under qualified music listener trying to come for things they don't get.
I hope Demi wakes up tomorrow morning suffocating. Tight lungs, dry tongue and lips, watery eyes, saliva running down her face. She chokes for minutes, slapping her hands frantically on her bed and wrapping them around her neck as she suffers for air. I want her to experience the sheer terror for exactly five minutes before regaining her breath. As a reminder of what an utter waste of space she is, I hope she falls down her stairs too, but the rest of her day goes well. Festering in her mind is how she awoke that morning breathless and battered by her staircase
" is a terrible argument unless it's an obviously under qualified music listener trying to come for things they don't get.