#vlory

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Una nenaaaaah(?) <33

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Aches

My heart aches when I left you Now it aches the same For the feeling of Loving you

[rachohhh]

Vero me ama y nos vamos a casar pronto. Lo siento por romper tus ilusiones, Vero lo siente tambien, ella no queria que lo supieras porque tu corazon se iba a romper, pero creo que ya era hora de que lo supieras. Pero estas invitada a la boda bye :))))

I'VE REALIZED THAT GOOGLE TRANSLATE AND I ARE FRIENDS

OKAY FINE BUT EXPECT ME TO BE BRINGIN A DATE

HER NAME'S LAUREN MICHELLE JAUREGUI  

WE BOTH WIN ;)

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ArchitekTUR

"Tonight on Evenings with an Architect: We Don't Know What We Don't Know, Sports Teams and Why We're All Losers, plus special guest Who Asked You Anyway, with their report on Spiders: The Internet And My Cousins. We'll see you tonight at five, eight eastern, with all this plus a second look at My Friends and Their Parents Who Will Never Die. Please join us for an evening predicted by your relatives, the future, and that one lady on the subway the last six years. May God bless us all beforehand. This has been ArchitekTUR. Thank you, good night, and bring our children home. Rock and roll my brother, rock and roll my sisters, rock and roll who stands up and asks us all to rock. We hear you, we see you, we love when everyone else does not. Five, eight eastern. Don't forget us. Despite what you might think, we cannot have forgotten you. Thank you, thank you, split you like the trees, sing you like the moon. We're so sorry, call your mother, reach out to me. Praises to the stars, rocketships that fly forever, a blue kitten costs you thousands, we are all in search of resurrection, metal so metal so metal-metal. I wrote this song for you, the wind, the plum trees. Holy holy holy, holy holy holy, holy holy ho. I'm getting the signal from our groundscrew. That's the real light but my hand keeps gripping, muscles never tense. There was this monkey but I doubt he remembers. Kisses for all of you. Peace to find peace, port in the storm, the obelisk. Our hurt is like mine. Mine, mine. Thank you, thank you, there was this train of whisperers praying before the sun. I hear you always, so for serious always. Grass, blades of. One more thing, see you I. One: good night, he whispers, good night good. night."

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The Captain; The Religious Man

I couldn't find the brute since we'd landed--he'd run off into the highlands beyond the ship, and left his belt and pack hanging on the higher branches of a tree before disappearing a final time. I'd lost Puyoung too, her green eyes glittering the last time I saw her in the dockside markets, smiling at me between tradesmen before sliding sideways, my hand reaching for a fold of fabric and then nothing. I'd called for her more as a question; I already knew I would not find her. Somewhere the crew had also left the ship; it seemed like I'd seen them around the farthest corner of the interior less and less often, until they had faded and the corridors rang hollow. And at some point I came out here to sit atop the hull, and wait. When I am next, I hope I'll know.