The ultimate cool guy. He has a perfect haircut, looks like a model, and can dance like a pro. He's also the only person who can make soccer look like art.
Junaid: I just walked into the room, and everyone stopped talking. That's how cool I am.
Junaid: I'm not just a singer. I'm a soccer legend in disguise.
Junaid: My haircut is so good, it deserves its own Instagram page.
Screaming into a net like a feral animal because you finally scored after 12 years, then immediately falling flat on your face and tearing your shoulder apart so bad you might as well be in a cast for the rest of your life.
I scored like a god, then my shoulder exploded. I’m out for good. God I’m stupid.
First shift. First shot. First shoulder dislocation. I’m a legend. A broken legend.
I scored. Then I fell. Then I screamed. Then my season ended. Classic me.
Julias are the kind of people who love you to death but act like they don't care. They're picky as hell and will spend forever waiting for the perfect person, but once they find them, they'll never let go. All they want is love, travel, and to be appreciated for their art, which they hide like it's a secret.
You’re the perfect match, but Julia’s still waiting for someone with better hair.
Julia spends three hours picking out the right shirt for you, but you’re just wearing it to the store.
She paints in her room, but you only see it when she accidentally spills glitter on your lunch.