In their words.

for when ur own run out.

taken from deviant art post secret.
It's Not plagiarism when the source is acknowledged. HA!







especially those that are accompanied with good company, good music, and rain.









Just to go with the 'dreams' theme from the previous post.
-pst, armie. u know what this means. Again.



and i spent the last 45 minutes tryna find sum other good ones but no luck.
secret--> i want the last 45 mins of my life back.

A penny for your thoughts
A nickle for your kiss
A dime if you tell me that you love me.

-from Guantanamera, by Wycleff Jean.

Nadir called me today while i was talkin to drug. I tried telling him id call him back an i ws busy with sumthin bt he wudn listen. he was PISSED..like mad pissed and just wanted to rant..i had drug waiting for a while, which made me feel liek shit afterwards cuz it was realli late ther nd he'd stayed up to talk and frankly if it was me, id b pissssssed... i dunno why i felt like mentioning this...jus feel bad i guess. hmmm.. btw this lil piece has nothing to do with the lyrics above, don't be gettin any ideas.
oh. and they were playing live jazz and reggae at uni today at the Cornerstone, with the waterfall and the sun out and the bright blue sky. and thennnnnn, they played 'Every little thing will be alright/ Three birds' by Bob Marley.
and.everything.was.just.Heaven.

live for the little moments.
'cuz basheereye,,,,,kenu pata, kal hovey te na hovey....
-eeda.

pst. im not punjabi.