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Army95sblog - Lunary Girl

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4 years ago
I Was Born As Someone Named Jung Hoseok, This Is How My Mom Gave Birth To Me. Ive Been Dancing Since
I Was Born As Someone Named Jung Hoseok, This Is How My Mom Gave Birth To Me. Ive Been Dancing Since
I Was Born As Someone Named Jung Hoseok, This Is How My Mom Gave Birth To Me. Ive Been Dancing Since
I Was Born As Someone Named Jung Hoseok, This Is How My Mom Gave Birth To Me. Ive Been Dancing Since

“I was born as someone named Jung Hoseok, this is how my mom gave birth to me.  I’ve been dancing since elementary school, I went for the audition, entered the label, and met these guys.  Then our debut was confirmed.  We got to perform, and get our first wins on music shows.  We went on to receive the Grand Prize Awards, and even received music awards abroad.  If you lay them all out, so many things have happened.  They’ve become important people whom I can’t forget in my life.” - Hoseok in Break the Silence: The Movie (cr. qdeoks)

8 years ago
Si Hubiera Sabido ... Te Hubiera Dicho Tantas Cosas Quizs Hubiera Hecho Algo Ms Por No Separarnos. Hubiera

Si hubiera sabido ... Te hubiera dicho tantas cosas Quizás hubiera hecho algo más por no separarnos. Hubiera llevado más cuidado en mis palabras. Habría apreciado más el tiempo. Habría mirado con más atención tu rostro, memorizandolo ... Porque ya apenas recuerdo parte de el.

7 years ago
N O C T I S & L I G H T N I N G P O W E R C O U P L E
N O C T I S & L I G H T N I N G P O W E R C O U P L E
N O C T I S & L I G H T N I N G P O W E R C O U P L E
N O C T I S & L I G H T N I N G P O W E R C O U P L E
N O C T I S & L I G H T N I N G P O W E R C O U P L E

N o c t i s  &  L i g h t n i n g  P o w e r  C o u p l e ™️  

7 years ago
Dont Talk To Me Or My Son Ever Again

don’t talk to me or my son ever again

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7 years ago

Pero no me enamoré. Ni se jodió la cosa. Ésto no es amor, Usted no es poesía. Ésto se me pasa mañana, o el jueves o el domingo. No se puede y no puedo No soy su tipo. Y usted no va conmigo. No es cosa de ciencia, es que no es amor… No hay indicios de amor… No hay nada de amor ¿Cuál amor? ¿y qué con el amor? Es que hay que ser tonto. Y yo lo niego todo…

Clara Ajc (via de-poesia-y-poetas)