Um, yeah, so it kinda sucks. =(
The girl is supposed to be me except that she is nothing like except the heart the heart the heart and the little demon wrapped around. (Which some call the inner self. Mistakenly, of course. There’s no such thing as an inner self: only delusions and inhibition. And cheap tricks like this.)
Larger version here.
Mimi Mondal 
tui eto talented keno?
Tor (ebong onnanyoder) standard’e thaakar jonno, bhai. Even then I fall behind all the time. :D
eta prochondo bhalo.
<3
I <3 you too. I can't even write anything about you. You know, you know.
daan haatey duto buro angul!?:D
Noooooooo. *sigh* Ki korbo. Hands are evil. They just never, never, never happen right.
infrikkin’credible
^_^
Aaro ashchhe. Be very afraid.
Tumi daroon, tomaar buk dekhe amar buk dhuk dhuk korchhe!
Tomaar buk bhishon hot
Dekhe amar buk chhotpot!
Haen haen, you toh shall laugh. This is why common people should limit interaction with geniuses. :P
so. comment, and love.
=)
aaro chai aaro chai
*hYanglamo*