lage raho munna bhai is beginning to get people to become obsessive. i want to yet don't want to return to india. and i can't stop hating.
BBQ reminds me of pringles. nauseous.
the short lines are strong yet express a very vague meaning.
i'd say: Genuine.
bloody fantastic. i read the first few lines and like"nah...this ain't esaul.." i end the reading with like "fuck! fuck! esaul, you genius!"
omg, two words: very strong.
2:06 a.m. i'm lonely and my stomach hurts..
this place has really changed... i miss you marj..i'm sorry. i miss you.
india! no way! arsenal...why? chelsea! woo hoo! hand? numb...
my hand's so numb... and i'm still not hott enough! stick up a stiletto somewhere!
^typical of employment officials...^
kill me..kill me..kill me..kill me.. i'm not hott enough.
<3. Nothing but <3.
thanks all. esaul... tell me more.
Isa! fantastic!
A drop of blood. Within a golden frame is trapped one spec of love that’s born to last, Inside these eyes there are all those scenes, the...
fantastic...
that is fucking great art work right there...
you have amazing talent. fantastic work..
<3. love.