From him.

“to 3a.m walks and photography sessions, to bashing all the ‘paki’ kids who deserve not to live, to watching movies and crying in the end, to memories of gay beacon times, to retarded computer projects in the lab, to painduness and jihaan mubarak, to tunnels, fagatrons, starbucks coffees and ching chong (still not funny), to inadverdant homosexual jokes, to dirty straigtened long hair in mani’s bed and thinking of people sitting on your face, not in the good way.

thanks, bitch.
happy birthday. ”

*awww*

Almost as sweet as the fact hat my dad used to bathe me until I was 12… or was that 13… hmmm…

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