the fact that they’re gonna throttle the old editor soon and make it just legacy, limiting pics per post to only 30 is gonna make me die guys
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His English is so bad I understood better how much time is left for the song in Finnish rather than English
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meet howell, pianist and vocalist of spark's memory. the oldest official member. second eldest child of the late mother dark, after the displacement of water brought displacement of air, pulled from lungs howling with the winds. he uses bracelets and rings to conceal his feathery features, what with all those fingers of his
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They Don't Know That We Know They Know We Know
“They so know,” Lucy looks up from her phone with a bemused expression, still trying make sense of half that conversation, mainly differentiating from Celina’s everyday quirkiness that she’s learned to find endearing of versus what’s outright a lie.
“What do you mean?” Tim’s gaze shifts momentarily, a brow half arched as he turns his attention from the road ahead of him to Lucy in the passenger seat.
“I just had the strangest conversation with Aaron and Celina,” she answers with a stifled laugh.
“Okay …”
“So I figured it’d be best to meet with them together and I was trying to keep it casual but they were so weird about it when I suggested we meet at Las Torres.”
“Weird how?”
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I don't know how but my back has been destroyed. My little break from writing might've just been extended *cries*
I've got chapter 14 of Just One Yesterday going, but it looks like it's gonna be a minute until things get moving again. *crying intensifies*
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