He was a beautiful sonnet, hard to understand at first but the more you read, the more you realize the emotions buried deep inside; he was an art.
She was Jared, nineteen.
Indian suicide hotline if you ever feel like giving up: 25497777
❝i only love my pink gaynger❞
»second account: @GOLDENCLOSETFlLMS
I also write on more platforms (fanfics) dm if you want to read more from me
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sassthetic
Mar 16, 2019 09:54AM
I have been rereading my old books and realised I was fucking hilarious three years agoHow about a part three to my Indian series to brush up my sense of humor? How many of you will still read it?View all Conversations
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the end
can you guess who the person in italics is before the end hits and save them?
save them.
who is it?
Indians Be Like || ✓
WARNING: This book is full of stupidity. Proceed with caution.
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The Desi Diaries
Desiness runs in our blood
(Also read: Indians be like)
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