jenna plus

honestly one of my favorite things about kpop is that because of the industry’s insistence on including at least one rapper in pretty much every fucking group they’ve been forced to integrate rap into pop music in a way that the western music industry simply hasn’t (not to say that those styles don’t exist, but they’re far less mainstream the vast majority of the time).  and you end up with these really cool musical styles like – mamamoo???  they’ve got this retro/jazzy style which is interesting enough itself but then they’ve got moonbyul rapping and its integrated so well.  it’s so beautiful.  i love it

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Check out my playlist on @8tracks: I think it’s called C l a r a by lucyhenley.

a goodbye playlist for Twelve & Clara.  

“Please stay / Two words I thought I’d never learn to say / Don’t go away / Please stay / Don’t leave me here / When so many things so hard to see are clear / I need you near to me / Will you stay with me to the end? / When there’s nothing left / But you and me and the wind / We’ll never know till we try / To find the other side of goodbye..”

Why did no one notice Spencer wasn’t with them when she got shot. I mean, if Emily or Aria or anyone who have gotten shot then Spencer would have noticed. They literally made it all the way down the stairs and where like “omg where is Spencer”. It just pisses me off that they literally didn’t hear the gun shoot. Like who the hell do you think was shot? Jenna? Plus I’m pretty positive Spencer made this loud noise of pain when the bullet hit her so like????

Spencer always protects her friends an she always makes sure they are safe before she puts herself in safety. Then when she messed up they act like she committed a deadly sin or something. It’s just? Like seriously?

The girls are like a flock of sheep and Spencer’s the Shepard of them. She’s always making sure they are together but they don’t even check to see if she’s there.

And like when she found out she didn’t hurt anyone, Emily just like stood there doing nothing. She didn’t even like comfort her or anything. She just old Spencer to hurry up. Emily did it again when Spencer got super drunk and Emily was like yelling at her. Spencer was obviously emotionally distressed and upset. Then they let Spencer be alone? After she literally was scared out of her wits and upset? Like? What the heck.

Everyone has treated Spencer like gum on their shoes. The only person to actually respect Spencer would be Marco. It would be Toby too if he didn’t spring the house fact to her before he said he was choosing Yvonne.

I really want a petition where Spencer is taken away from all this drama and protect her at all costs. Her fragile heart can’t take anymore nonsense. Boy I hope Toby survives, I don’t think Spencer can handle much more. Especially a death like Toby.

Capítulo 3, Stay

(Por Chay)


Status: Bêbado, no sofá e com uma garota ruiva cheirando (ou beijando) meu pescoço. Totalmente entediado, me levanto dali e saio da casa. Que estúpido. Droga, o carro de  Arthur não está na porta.

-Cara, onde está?-Pergunto ligando pra ele.

-Em casa…-Arthur boceja.

-Vem me buscar.

-Não. Tô deitado na cama, cara.

-Eu não vou ficar pra orgia, tô sem cabeça.

-Meu filho, você não precisa de cabeça pra orgia. A não ser a do seu amiguinho.-Arthur ri.

-Ahaha engraçadinho. VEM AGORA.

-Não vou, seu bebum.

-Bebum o caramba.

-Af, se fode Chay.

Desliga o telefone. Apesar da grande amizade, eu sei que ele não viria. Fico sentado na porta da cara enorme de Lisa, esperando o nada. Até que minha cunhada aparece com um cigarro na boca.

-Olívia! Cadê meu irmão?

-Tá com outra.

-Sinto muito.

-Não precisa. Ele é idiota mesmo.

-Ok né. Via embora?

-Pretendo.-Ela suspira e senta ao meu lado.

-Você vai com quem?

-Você e o Aguiar.

-Tá ferrada. Ele já foi, nem ficou aqui.

-PUTZ! E agora?

-Não sei, esperamos um milagre.

Ficamos olhando pro nada. Eis que tenho uma idéia:

-Carro do pai de Lisa.

-Já saí dessa vida, Domingues.

-A gente devolve depois…

-Não.

-Ahhh vaai Oliv!

-Tá, vamos.

Entramos no carro e ela coloca 1D na rádio. Garota louca e legal. Não sei como meu irmão a desperdiça.

Ao chegar em casa, ela está no seu 3º cigarro.

-Promete devolver, Oliv?-Falo, saindo do carro.

-Prometo, senhor!

-Você tá loucona.

-Cigarro e vodca me enlouquecem.

Sai á toda velocidade e eu só penso em dormir, dormir, dormir.